The Immortal’s Martial Arts. (1)

Yu Jinsan was outside watching the inn together with Meng Nam-cheon.

Before they knew it, both of their injuries had healed, and they looked full of vigor.

At that moment Meng Nam-cheon ground his teeth and muttered.

“I’ve been waiting for this day. Today I’ll surely take revenge on those damned bastards.”

“Of course that’s right. But I can’t concede the beggar from the Beggars Union to the leader either.”

Yu Jinsan and Meng Nam-cheon were now firmly preparing themselves against the people inside the inn.

They were the damned ones who had arrived at the moment they were wounded after the fight with the White Flower Blood Cult.

Because of their injuries they hadn’t been able to fight properly and had been one-sidedly defeated.

Now it was time to repay that resentment.

Although their opponents were the Taiji Sword Master of the Wudang Sect and the top warrior of the Beggars Union, Yu Jinsan and Meng Nam-cheon were no less than they.

Only now had their bodies recovered so they could fight honorably.

“But Yang Monster, really—are you okay just watching from here?”

“What do you mean?”

“Didn’t Yin Monster go into the inn alone? They’ll all be gathered in there.”

That’s right. Yu Seol had gone into the place alone where three elder masters of the Murim Alliance were gathered.

From Meng Nam-cheon’s perspective, it could only look reckless, beyond bravado.

But Yu Jinsan remained nonchalant.

“What could possibly go wrong? She’s going to draw them out, so we just have to wait quietly.”

“Are you really sure? The Murim Alliance leader should be in there too.”

Meng Nam-cheon still looked doubtful.

Yu Jinsan snorted softly and reassured him.

“Don’t worry. Just as everything in the world has levels, even the same Profound Realm can have different grades.”

Hadn’t they already seen the Murim Alliance leader fighting?

Certainly the leader’s martial arts, wielding the sects’ finest techniques, were extraordinary — even Storm Rider had to use innate qi to block her.

But no matter how great her martial arts were, they could not surpass the fundamental Tianzhu martial art: the Buddha Lion Roar Divine technique.

And that’s not all: the granddaughter who wielded the Spear Control Technique with ease had nearly reached the extreme of the Profound Realm.

It was the supreme state beyond which the human body and mind could no longer advance.

Then thunderous sounds began to come from inside the inn.

Kwakang-! Kwaang-!! Kwakwak-!!!

“So it’s finally started. I hope it goes according to plan…”

Meng Nam-cheon gripped his sword, ready to enter the inn at any moment. He looked anxious.

“Why are you so worried, Chief?”

“How could I not be? They’re fighting three-on-one in there.”

At that moment Yu Jinsan asked him with a calm face.

“Hm. Do you know? There are people in this world who become stronger the angrier they are.”

“Are you saying Yin Monster is such a person?”

“Exactly. By now her eyes have probably rolled — the ones we should worry about are the fellows inside.”

As expected, the result appeared not long after.

Kwaaaang-!!

Suddenly a black shadow burst up through the inn’s roof.

The figure vomiting blood as he flew was clearly the Mu-jin Elder of the Wudang Sect.

“That one’s mine.”

Meng Nam-cheon, Zhejiang Province’s top warruir, the Invincible Sword. He finally began to move.

Taat-!

He, who had sprinted like a lightning flash, leaped toward Mujin.

A moment later, as their postures met in midair.

Someone else burst through the inn’s wall and appeared.

Kwaang-!!

“Gah!”

The figure who sprang out curled like a shrimp was clearly Hwa Ryong-gae of the Beggars Union.

Seeing him, Yu Jinsan launched himself without hesitation.

‘Got you, you beggar. Let’s fight again and see.’

He still clearly remembered the fellow who had rained the Eighteen Dragon Strikes on his wounded body.

It was time to repay that fury.

“…?”

Hwa Ryong-gae, having spotted him, widened his eyes like a startled rabbit.

Yu Jinsan flew at him like lightning and struck.

Kwaang-!!

Hwa Ryong-gae barely defended and was flung backward by the counterforce.

Clutching the Dragon Slaying Spear, Yu Jinsan charged at him indiscriminately.

“You bastard!”

Landing on the ground, Hwa Ryong-gae urgently began to draw a circle with both hands.

Yu Jinsan had already experienced it once, so he knew exactly what technique it was.

It must be the most powerful among the Eighteen Dragon Strikes: Remorse of the Arrogant Dragon.

Yu Jinsan met it with the same heaviest move from the Wind Slaying Spear art as last time: the Flying Tiger Destruction Strike.

Swaaaang-!!

It was a clash of the same techniques as the previous fight.

But the result this time was completely different.

Kwaaang-!!

With a heavy roar, Hwa Ryong-gae’s toes were slid back and he was pushed aside.

“Ugh!”

He looked extremely flustered.

The Beggars Union’s Eighteen Dragon Strikes, performed on the foundation of deep inner power, are known to be as heavy as Mount Tai.

At least, the idea of being outpowered by someone of comparable level is unimaginable.

Yet Yu Jinsan was clearly overwhelming Hwa Ryong-gae.

It was a different dimension from last time, when he couldn’t fully display his martial arts because of internal injuries.

‘How about that, surprised? Now it begins, you insolent brat.’

Yu Jinsan’s fierce assault continued in succession toward him.

As the Dragon Slaying Spear and Hwa Ryong-gae’s hands met and the real engagement began.

Inside the inn, fierce explosions were violently shaking everything.

Kwaang-!! Kwang-!! Kwakwak-!!!

The entire inn shook as if it might collapse at any moment.

Inside, the duel between Yin Monster and the Murim Alliance leader was undoubtedly continuing.

And on the opposite side, Meng Nam-cheon and the Mujin Elder were locked in a fierce clash.

Their fight was truly a contest of dragon and tiger.

The two swords met and endlessly spat dazzling sparks.

Kakang-! Kakakakang-!!!

Meng Nam-cheon’s swordsmanship, inheriting the Storm Rider’s style, was as flexible as the wind and tyrannical.

It was so formidable that the epithet ‘Invincible Sword’ was not undeserved.

In contrast, the Mujin Elder’s sword technique was the Wudang Sect’s Taiji Sword. His sword’s changes were unrivaled, containing the principles of heaven and earth.

The way these differing natures meshed together was almost beautiful.

But the thin layer of ice-like balance beneath that beauty was precarious.

At one moment, a powerful burst of qi erupted between them.

Kwaaang-!!!

“Ugh!”

“Guh!”

The two were flung back about three meters apart and paused to catch their breath.

They were still evenly matched.

It was definitely a different situation from the last time when they had been one-sidedly pushed back.

The Mujin Elder of the Wudang Sect said in admiration.

“Indeed, Chief Meng’s swordsmanship lives up to its reputation. He is fully qualified to contend with the Taiji Sword.”

“I haven’t shown everything yet. From now on let’s see which of us is superior. Today, one of us will have to die.”

As a martial man, meeting a strong rival is a joy, but it’s a different story if they’re an enemy.

He could not forgive this one because they were tied to his master’s death.

Facing each other, the two slowly lowered their stances and prepared to unleash their ultimate moves.

From now on, each intended to throw their decisive techniques into the contest.

At that suffocating moment of tension.

Suddenly a fierce burst of qi erupted from the side, and the entire inn crumbled.

Kukukung-!!

And as if that sound were a signal, Meng Nam-cheon and Mu-jin shot at each other like lightning.

Taat-!

In the blink of an eye they locked and continued their desperate duel.

Kwaang-!! Kang-! Kakakakang-!!

They unleashed ferocious attacks as if to kill each other, paying no heed to their own bodies; thus it seemed it wouldn’t take long to decide the outcome.

Meanwhile, the fight between Yin Monster and the Murim Alliance leader was taking a completely different course.

Amid the collapsed inn’s rubble, Hwa Ryeong Satae muttered with her face twisted.

“What an absurd situation…”

It wasn’t yet known how she had learned the Nine-Crane Sect’s martial art, but nothing worked against Yin Monster.

The problem began when Yin Monster’s eyes activated their Fiery Eyes Golden Clarity.

She moved a step faster as if reading the opponent’s mind.

It was something hard to believe even while watching; naturally, it was bewildering.

“Why did you do it? Our family.”

The mastermind who had ordered her parents to be killed and the fiend who had slain Pungwoonja, whom she thought of as a brother, was the Murim Alliance leader.

They were mortal enemies who could not share the same sky.

Yu Seol took step after step toward her.

At that sight, Hwa Ryeong Satae provoked her with a mocking face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t remember the deaths of insignificant things.”

Psychological warfare is often used in fights between warriors.

It was to shake the opponent’s mind and induce openings.

But there was one thing she didn’t know.

Provocation only made Yin Monster stronger.

“And why did you do it to my brother!!”

Yu Seol’s posture became a golden beam and shot forward at terrifying speed.

She reached right in front of Hwa Ryeong Satae in the blink of an eye.

“…Gasp!”

Startled, she urgently thrust out her left hand. Her left shoulder, injured by Yang Monster, had not yet healed, but this was no time to argue.

The martial art Hwa Ryeong Satae unleashed now was the sect’s pinnacle, the Future Palm.

It had enough power to split a rock in a single strike, yet it did not affect Yin Monster.

She abruptly tilted her upper body to deflect it — as if Yin Monster had known exactly how she would move.

Paaang-!!

As if waiting, Yin Monster’s counterattack followed.

Hwa Ryeong Satae hastily used footwork to perform the Two-Form Shift and retreated.

But even that movement was already accounted for in Yu Seol’s calculations.

Chwaaak-!

She succeeded in creating distance, but Hwa Ryeong Satae felt her face burn.

“Ugh!”

She must have received a cut on her cheek.

But she had no mind to worry about such a wound; Yin Monster was relentlessly crashing into her.

Hwa Ryeong Satae swung her sword as if for life or death while backing away.

Kaang-! Kakang-!! Kakakakang-!!!

A barrage so intense it obscured the view with sparks continued.

The Murim Alliance leader could not hide her despair.

‘Damn it! What kind of ignorant martial art is this? If only my left arm were intact.’

At this rate she wouldn’t last long. She had to find a way.

Then someone caught her eye.

It was Hwa Ryong-gae flying away like a kite blown by the wind.

Judging by his appearance, it was clear he had already been defeated.

‘Yang Monster was that strong?’

Hwa Ryeong Satae’s memory flashed of being attacked from behind by Yang Monster.

With his opponent gone, he might target her rear and rush in.

As the frustrating situation continued, a curse slipped from Hwa Ryeong Satae’s mouth.

“Damn!”

In a split second.

A blindingly bright flash exploded between her and Yu Seol.

Flash-!!

“…?”

Yu Seol, unsure what trick it was, briefly created distance.

It didn’t take long to find out what had happened.

Because Hwa Ryeong Satae was fleeing madly some thirty meters away.

“Let’s postpone the match for now, Yin Monster!”

This time it was practically Yu Seol’s victory, but the Murim Alliance leader was no ordinary person either.

She was the first person to withstand so much against the Buddha Lion Roar Divine technique.

It was while they watched her retreating back for a moment.

Before they knew it, the grandfather who had killed Hwa Ryong-gae was approaching with his hands behind his back.

“For once you’re not chasing and just letting them go?”

“His shoulder’s injured. It’s meaningful only if you beat him when he’s unharmed.”

Yu Jinsan nodded as if to respect his granddaughter’s opinion.

Besides, there are spectators here, aren’t there?

He had to decisively break him in front of everyone to ascend as the supreme.

In any case, driving them out of the area for now was already satisfactory.

“Alright. Don’t kill him easily. Destroy his soul slowly and painfully.”

“Yes. Grandpa, let’s cheer on our Chief.”

His opponent, the Mu-jin Elder, had his left arm in tatters.

The outcome was already clearly tilting, and Meng Nam-cheon was at the moment to unleash his final strike.