Invincible with Twin Swords

Chapter 43

At the head seat above the duel stage, the leaders of the Martial Alliance, including Gwak Yohong, were gathered.

The current Martial Alliance leader was staying in Wudang and could not attend.

Below them, the commanders of each sword unit had taken their seats and were waiting for the duel.

Na Yeryeong had a tense expression.

"What did I say you need most right now, Miss Na? Confidence? Skill?"

"You said it was shamelessness!"

Na Yeryeong took a deep breath and went up to the duel stage with a wooden sword.

I had suggested that the first duel be with wooden swords.

No Jimun of the Changtian Sword Unit was already on the duel stage, grinning, and when he saw Na Yeryeong, he was sending her a sticky gaze up and down.

"I am No Jimun of the Martial Alliance's Changtian Sword Unit!"

"I am Na Yeryeong of the Flying Heaven Sect."

- Waaah!

A bigger cheer poured out for Na Yeryeong than for No Jimun.

The Heavenly Martial Body is not important.

Appearance is the true talent.

"I didn't know you were such a beautiful young lady. I will concede three moves, so attack me to your heart's content. Haha!"

The words that he would concede three moves were probably Naeng Muyeom's instructions.

My provocation had worked.

Na Yeryeong slowly closed the distance with her wooden sword extended forward.

No Jimun was still standing with his legs crossed and sneering.

When there was about one arm's length of distance left...

- Thwack!

She kicked off the ground and closed the distance.

And she struck down vertically at No Jimun's head.

- Swish!

No Jimun did not panic and lightly raised his wooden sword to block.

But Na Yeryeong did not stop her charge and crashed into him with all her might with her right shoulder.

- Thump!

At the unexpected body slam, No Jimun fell on his butt in an unsightly manner.

It was a relief that he at least didn't drop his wooden sword.

No Jimun, who was rolling on the floor, stood up with a red face.

"Ah! How embarrassing. No, to crash with your body. Doesn't the Flying Heaven Sect know what a duel is?"

"Ah...! I didn't know because this is my first duel. I'm sorry. Hoho!"

In fact, there is no rule anywhere that you must only use a sword during a duel.

It is more shameful to protest why someone is using their body during a fight.

"So you're not supposed to use a body slam in a duel? In the Changtian Sword Unit."

It wasn't that she had broken a rule, but it had become a situation where No Jimun was being unreasonable for no reason.

The red-faced No Jimun was about to say something but closed his mouth.

"Are you ready? If your butt still hurts, shall we wait a little longer?"

Chuckles burst out from around the duel stage.

No Jimun bit his lip tightly and fixed his grip on his wooden sword as if to tell her to come quickly.

It became the same situation as the first time.

It is the second of the three moves he had promised to concede.

Na Yeryeong closed the distance in one step again, just like the first time.

- Swish!

He blocked the same downward strike as before simply.

At that moment, Na Yeryeong released her right hand from the sword and swung her fist at his left eye with all her might.

- Thwack!

No Jimun clutched his left eye and said.

"N-no, didn't we agree to only use wooden swords? What is this?"

"Huh? No, when? I said I wouldn't use my body. Are we not supposed to use our fists either?"

The more enraged No Jimun became at Na Yeryeong's sly words, the more he gritted his teeth.

"Ah, there are so many things that are not allowed, so I'm confused. But are we really not allowed to use our fists?"

"No, that's not it..."

"In that case, are the monks of Shaolin, who have only learned the Arhat Fist over there in Mount Song, not able to have duels? Ahem. Then why are these monks training?"

As expected, Na Yeryeong is strong in a real fight.

She said she couldn't do it yesterday, but now that she's doing it, she's so detestable that I wonder if this is her original personality.

"Or is it just the Changtian Sword Unit? What are you going to do in a real fight later? Anyway, I'm sorry for using my fist. Hoho!"

It's a line I taught her, but even I, who am listening, am getting angry.

If my hands are trembling, how must No Jimun feel?

"No! This is, so..."

No Jimun couldn't continue and looked at Naeng Muyeom in the back.

Naeng Muyeom avoided his gaze.

"Have you recovered a bit now? If it hurts, you can rest more. Hoho."

No Jimun's two hands were trembling.

"Can I do a downward strike one more time? Is it forbidden to keep doing the same attack? Hoho!"

A loud laughter burst out from around the duel stage.

At the ridicule around, No Jimun's two eyes flipped.

- Thwack!

No Jimun closed the distance in one step, emitting killing intent.

Now, the three moves he had promised to concede were not in his head.

- Screech!

From the tip of No Jimun's rushing sword, the second move of the Small Clear Sword Art, the Continuous Circling Blood Wind, unfolded.

I knew this would happen.

I thought No Jimun wouldn't be able to stand the three moves he had conceded.

I was just disappointed that I couldn't show the headbutt that was prepared for the third time.

The only martial art he was confident in was the Small Clear Sword Art of Wudang.

Though it was clumsy in my eyes.

Anyone who gets angry is bound to unfold the martial art they are most confident in.

The conversation from last night came to mind over the face of No Jimun, who was rushing at her, gritting his teeth.

"If the plan goes as planned, he will rush at you, unable to contain his anger. I have a bit of a talent for getting on people's nerves."

"A bit? Anyone can see that you're the best in the world in that area."

"Ahem! Anyway, if he rushes at you with his eyes flipped, he will definitely unfold the Continuous Circling Blood Wind."

The Continuous Circling Blood Wind is originally a continuous attack that flows smoothly with the technique of being continuous and unbroken, as if it will break but does not. Of course, that's a story for when you have properly realized the mystery of the Wudang swordsmanship.

"The sword will definitely come in strongly, so never face it head-on and just as you practiced..."

- Screech!

No Jimun, who had closed the distance in an instant, was thrusting at Na Yeryeong's neck.

But Na Yeryeong's eyes, looking at the tip of the sword, were calmly sunken.

I was not worried at all.

Last night, she had practiced the same situation as now hundreds of times.

And compared to my sword from last night, No Jimun's sword now is so slow that it's enough to make you yawn.

She just took a slight step to the left and pushed the side of the blade away with a light tap.

With that rebound, she raised her wooden sword and struck down at No Jimun's head.

- Thwack!

A silence fell over the noisy duel ground.

"Th-the victory goes to Na Yeryeong of the Flying Heaven Sect!"

The judgment was made.

Because No Jimun was lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth.

I jumped up onto the duel stage.

And I grabbed the right hand of the dazed Na Yeryeong and raised it high into the sky.

Although there was some trickery, it is a victory after only a month of holding a sword.

She has the right to rejoice as a victor.

I could see the figure of Naeng Muyeom on the opposite side with his mouth agape.

I said something to him with my mouth shape.

He must have seen it wrong, because he opened his eyes wide and looked again, so I said it clearly with a large mouth shape.

"Down! Ward! Strike!"

* * *

Although it was a short duel, Na Yeryeong was on the verge of exhaustion.

She did say that the shameless lines were more difficult than the duel.

"Now! We have to continue this momentum, so next is of course..."

We all looked at Deoksam.

"I'm ready anytime."

At that moment, a huge cheer was heard.

A familiar face was coming up to the duel stage.

"The opponent is Peng Tianwei of the Hebei Peng family! Are you okay?"

"There's no strong guy among the guys who are big and strong."

Deoksam stood up with his huge axe and added.

"Except for me!"

When Deoksam went up, the area around the duel stage was boiling with excitement.

Two giants, about twice the size of an average person, were on the duel stage.

"I am Peng Tianwei. Although my skills are lacking, I am serving as the deputy commander of the Changtian Sword Unit."

"You look lacking!"

Ahem! For that fellow to use such beautiful words from the start.

That fellow Deoksam is originally that rude.

Peng Tianwei's face stiffened.

"I am Han Deoksam of the Flying Heaven Sect."

"I've never heard of it, so where on earth in the Central Plains is that sect?"

Peng Tianwei retorted with a sneering expression.

"Ah... I don't know that either!"

Laughter burst out from around the duel stage.

I quickly told Deoksam, 'Guizhou!'.

"Our sect leader says it's Guizhou! Guizhou!"

Thanks to Deoksam, everyone in the alliance now knew that the Flying Heaven Sect was in Guizhou.

Is it a good thing that the name is known?

"Doesn't the Flying Heaven Sect care about weapons? To come out with an axe that only mountain bandits use."

Deoksam frowned.

He was probably angry because of the word 'mountain bandit' rather than 'axe'.

Because it's true.

"Stop the nonsense and let's start!"

Deoksam fixed his grip on his axe with a serious expression.

Both are martial artists who push strongly based on their overwhelming strength.

Peng Tianwei was closing the distance, gripping the huge saber, the symbol of the Hebei Peng family, with both hands.

In contrast, Deoksam was still standing in the same spot as before.

Peng Tianwei rushed forward first.

- ROAR!

A red energy was gathered on the huge saber like a haze, and a sound like a beast roaring was tearing the air.

The Five Tiger Gate-Severing Saber Art!

It is the saber art that made the current Peng family.

The name was given because its momentum was like several tigers swinging their front paws at the same time.

In fact, the sound of the air being torn when the saber art was unfolded was like the sound of a beast roaring.

Deoksam's loosely tied hair fluttered.

The energy that burst out from one saber was divided into five branches and rushed at Deoksam.

- KABOOM! KABOOM!

A huge impact sound was heard in succession.

Everyone held their breath and looked at the duel stage.

It was a situation where Deoksam was trapped in the middle of the typhoon created by Peng Tianwei.

He was in a state of being busy blocking the attack that was like a storm raging.

After a long attack, Peng Tianwei stepped back.

Deoksam's appearance was very damaged.

His hair was disheveled and scattered, and his martial arts uniform was torn here and there, losing its shape.

But his eyes were shining as if nothing had happened.

"Is this the Five Tiger Gate-Severing Saber Art of the Peng family? It's amazing!"

Peng Tianwei could not answer.

The Five Tiger Gate-Severing Saber Art he had been boasting about had all been blocked.

"If you master it, there won't be many who can properly block it."

"Isn't that obvious? It's the Five Tiger Gate-Severing Saber Art of the Peng family. If you master it, of course no one can block it..."

"But I think I can block it even then. Because..."

While he was speaking, he briefly turned his head and met my eyes.

And he continued to speak to Peng Tianwei.

"Because I am training every day with a saber master who I think I can never beat even if I train my whole life."

Peng Tianwei's face contorted with anger.

Who on earth can ignore the saber of the Peng family?

And in a public place like the Martial Alliance.

Deoksam said, gripping his axe with both hands.

"I hope you also feel what I have realized! This time, I will go!"

- Thump!

The duel stage rang loudly with a single step.

He raised his axe and rushed.

If Peng Tianwei had exuded the momentum of a tiger, Deoksam was the tiger itself.

- Thump!

There was no splendor like five tigers rushing at you.

There was no sound of the air being torn like a beast roaring.

He just swung it simply.

He just concentrated all his strength on one point without losing a single bit and struck down.

Peng Tianwei's face, who was blocking, contorted.

He probably never thought he would lose to anyone in terms of strength.

- Thump!

Peng Tianwei's knees were half-buckled by Deoksam's axe, which was striking down again.

Although it was a simple attack, there would be no room to counterattack.

The moment he blocked it, his mind would have become hazy and all his internal energy would have been scattered.

Deoksam, who was about to make a third attack, quietly lowered his arm.

Because Peng Tianwei was already on his knees.

The area around the duel stage was quiet, as if cold water had been poured on it.

It was neither flashy nor dazzling.

He had brought Peng Tianwei of the Hebei Peng family to his knees with only his strength.

"Our sect leader told me. Not to wield an axe like a sword. Your saber will be the same."

I don't know if Peng Tianwei understood or not.

Because he had an expression as if his soul had left him.

"The second duel also goes to the Flying Heaven Sect!"

The late judgment of the judge was made.

But no one cheered or booed.

Everyone was overwhelmed in front of the unbelievable power.

I approached Naeng Muyeom.

If there was a painter, he should have drawn his expression now.

"We just have to win one more time, right?"

"...Are you coming out this time, Sect Leader?"

"Since I'm a sect leader, I was planning to come out last."

The Greenwood Tyrant King had said it.

If you're a man, it's the last.

"Then let's do all five, regardless of the outcome."

"But why should we do that? We just have to win one more time."

"What is it that you want?"

Naeng Muyeom is not a clueless guy.

"Is the Cutting Sword Sect leader doing well?"

I asked a random question.

Naeng Muyeom is from the Cutting Sword Sect.

Of course, this is what is known to the public.

"The sect leader is doing well, but I don't think it's something you should be curious about."

"Didn't the Cutting Sword Sect leader pass away two years ago and the Cutting Sword Sect was sealed?"

I had requested information on two people from Heavenly Conduit Sect through Mak Bulchu.

One was, of course, Jong Ilmyeong, who was imprisoned in the thunder prison, and the other was Naeng Muyeom.

It was true that there was a sect called the Cutting Sword Sect in Qinghai.

But it was a sect that had disappeared a few years ago after the Cutting Sword Sect leader had died of illness.

He made an unreadable expression for a very short moment and then returned to his usual arrogant expression.

"The work of leading the alliance's sword unit is busier than you think, Sect Leader. The news must have come, but I must have failed to take care of it."

"Don't you usually get surprised when you first hear that someone has passed away?"

Naeng Muyeom's expression did not change at all.

"So what is it that you really want, Sect Leader?"

"Your true self?"

After looking at me for a long time, he said with a slight smile.

"So that's your preference? It doesn't suit me."

"Ahem! That's a big problem! I like beautiful women!"

I've provoked him enough.

The fact that I am chasing the revelation should not be revealed, but I have to draw out the Demonic Cult that is hiding in the darkness.

How should a spy of the Demonic Cult act?

Please don't disappoint me!

"You said you would come out last, Sect Leader? I will come out myself then."

"Don't forget. If you lose to me, you will reveal your identity."

There's no way a spy of the Demonic Cult will obediently admit that he lost a duel.

He will probably try to shut my mouth.

I have to make him move unreasonably.

After that, only my judgment will remain.

Whether to kill him or use him.

(End of Chapter)