Invincible with Twin Swords

Chapter 46 : Who Am I Talking To?

It seemed that all the situations on the duel stage had stopped at that moment.

The last flying dagger that had left Tang Yunpyeong's hand was flying towards Dam Sook.

With a tremendous energy in its fierce rotation!

I had one foot on the duel stage, and Parip hyungnim was running right behind me.

Na Yeryeong was covering her mouth with both hands.

And the shadow that had brushed past me was now blocking her with its large back and hugging her.

- Thud!

The last flying dagger, which had been flying towards Dam Sook with a fierce momentum, suddenly lost its power and fell to the ground without reaching her.

"In the end, all eleven of my flying daggers could not reach you. It is my complete defeat!"

Tang Yunpyeong bowed politely to Dam Sook.

"You should be proud. No one has ever avoided my flying daggers so perfectly until now. And you have such reliable companions!"

Tang Yunpyeong had known her condition.

He had gifted Dam Sook a match without regrets.

"You said you were from the Flying Heaven Sect?"

I nodded with a grateful heart.

"You have a good disciple! Of course, it's possible because you have a good sect leader."

He gave me a light nod and went down from the duel stage.

Without even making eye contact with the Changtian Sword Unit commander, Naeng Muyeom.

* * *

"No, does that make sense? That we lost?"

Parip hyungnim grabbed Deoksam, who was running out with his axe.

"They say the 'forfeit' I shouted before Great Hero Dang admitted defeat was faster. Haha!"

It wasn't that I was angry at the absurd result.

Anyway, since I will win the last fifth match, the martial arts gathering is decided as the Flying Heaven Sect's victory.

I'm just curious.

Who is it that doesn't want our victory this much?

"By the way, how is Miss Dam's condition?"

"You have to ask that guy. The one who picked up the unconscious Miss Dam and ran to the doctor is that guy."

The gazes of our two people turned to Deoksam.

"Ah... the doctor said she would be fine. He said she would be fine if she rested a bit."

"By the way, Deoksam! I didn't know you were that fast."

"No, how can a mountain bandit be faster than me, an assassin?"

"Don't even mention it. You were at least in the back, hyungnim. I was sitting right in front of the duel stage. But how can that guy jump up before me? Does this make sense?"

"Ah, no, aren't you guys too slow? As disciples of the same Flying Heaven Sect, shouldn't we protect each other?"

A guy who doesn't even know where the Flying Heaven Sect is.

"By the way, I was scared when I saw you jump up onto the duel stage, thinking you were rushing at Tang Yunpyeong! How did you think of taking the flying dagger for her at that moment?"

"Th-that's just because Miss Dam was closer. And would that small flying dagger even get stuck in the iron-like muscles of this Han Deoksam? Haha!"

What a manly man.

If that had flown properly, you wouldn't be here right now.

"Anyway, Parip hyungnim and I are always cheering for you in our hearts."

"Wh-what are you talking about? What is there to cheer for?"

Deoksam went outside, as if embarrassed.

After doing that, he probably won't be able to say a single word in front of Miss Dam tomorrow.

I hope Miss Dam will understand the heart of that bear-like guy on this occasion.

* * *

Ten Thousand Great Mountains, Heaven-Shattering Pavilion.

"A message has come from the alliance."

The Heaven-Shattering Pavilion master, who was sitting buried in a large chair, opened his eyes and raised his body.

"Who from the alliance? What's going on?"

"It's Naeng Muyeom."

"Naeng Muyeom?"

There are several spies of the Demonic Cult in the Martial Alliance.

And the one who has planted the spies is the Heaven-Shattering Pavilion master of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult, Mok Rigeuk.

Mok Rigeuk, who had been waiting for the descent of the Heavenly Demon more than anyone else, was in a very elated state due to the revelation that had been sent down not long ago.

Among the four pavilions, the revelation was first sent down only to the Heaven-Shattering Pavilion and the Heaven-Soul Pavilion.

I don't know what his scheme is, but the Heaven-Soul Pavilion master is not revealing the content of the revelation, but anyway, the revelation sent down to the Heaven-Soul Pavilion is not a necessary content to find him.

Now, all he had to do was quietly wait for the remaining two revelations.

He will soon be compensated for the hundred years of darkness.

He will trample the world with him.

The Heaven-Shattering Pavilion will stand at the forefront to stain the Central Plains with blood.

For this grand plan, he had infiltrated spies into the Martial Alliance early on.

Their role is to deliver information on the movements of the alliance when the Demonic Cult goes down to the Central Plains in the future.

In particular, Naeng Muyeom had risen to the position of the commander of the Changtian Sword Unit.

When the war starts, he can neutralize one of the best sword units of the Martial Alliance.

But now is the time to lie low quietly.

It is not the time to contact the main mountain carelessly.

"He says there is someone who has found out his identity. It is a request to send personnel for elimination."

"No! I told him to stay quiet and hidden!"

Mok Rigeuk's killing intent covered the entire room.

A suffocating silence descended.

It took decades to infiltrate the Martial Alliance and establish a position.

Now, all he has to do is quietly wait for him, so why did he get his identity revealed?

"So what does he want?"

"He has requested the Ten Demon Unit."

The Ten Demon Unit is a core martial force unit of the Demonic Cult, composed of ten masters.

Unlike the Blood-Stained Demon Sword Unit, which stands at the forefront of battle, the Ten Demon Unit is a place specialized in secret missions.

With five masters of the Ten Demon Unit, you can destroy a small sect overnight.

"How many did he ask to send? One? Two?"

"He asked to send at least five..."

"Five?"

It is not difficult to send the Ten Demon Unit.

But who on earth is the opponent that he needs five members of the Ten Demon Unit?

The Heaven-Shattering Pavilion master was lost in thought.

Now is the time to lie low quietly and wait for him.

There is no need to move rashly and stir the waters.

But at a time like this, a guy in the middle of the Martial Alliance is in danger of having his identity revealed.

And he can't even handle it himself and is asking for help from the main mountain.

But it is not an easy task to plant a spy in the Martial Alliance.

Moreover, Naeng Muyeom is a necessary person for his plan.

"Send all ten!"

"You mean the entire Ten Demon Unit?"

It is a problem that has arisen at an important time.

It is better to eliminate it for sure than to deal with it carelessly.

Ten members of the Ten Demon Unit will solve it cleanly and come back.

"Quietly. But handle it for sure."

* * *

Martial Alliance.

"Let's finish this quickly and go eat somen. Why doesn't the Martial Alliance serve somen?"

Seeing Dam Sook looking for somen, it seems she has regained her energy.

"Is there no disciple who is worried that the sect leader is going to a duel? What kind of sect is this messy? After this is over, I will strictly correct the discipline of the Flying Heaven Sect, so you all know that!"

No one answered my scolding.

In the long silence, Parip hyungnim spoke first.

"Martial artists don't prefer somen because they train every day. Instead, the meat dishes that Deoksam likes come out every day!"

"What are you talking about? I, Han Deoksam, also like somen the most."

"Oh my! You like somen the most. Let's all go out to eat somen together."

"The sect leader will be busy preparing for the duel, so let's just us eat somen and also have some candy."

No, these people! Are you not listening to the sect leader?

Who am I talking to right now?

Your sect leader is now facing the last duel where the victory of the martial arts gathering is at stake!

Is my existence to you less than somen?

As expected, the position of a sect leader who leads a sect is always lonely.

When we moved to the duel stage, I could see the Changtian Sword Unit lined up.

But everyone was not wearing their swords.

Anyone who had watched yesterday's duel would think that Dam Sook had won.

Because the opponent, Tang Yunpyeong, had cleanly admitted defeat.

Nevertheless, the result was the victory of the Changtian Sword Unit.

The Changtian Sword Unit members would be the most ashamed.

For a martial artist belonging to a sword unit of the Martial Alliance to put down his sword is a serious act of defiance.

They are expressing their dissatisfaction with the alliance's petty methods in this way.

Naeng Muyeom had no expression, whether he knew of this reaction or not.

"Are you well prepared?"

I approached him and asked.

"What is there to prepare? A martial artist must always be prepared to hold a sword."

"Ah! If you think you're going to lose, shout 'forfeit' quickly! They accept forfeits well here."

At the judge's words signaling the start, I went up to the duel stage.

The numerous martial artists all kept their silence.

There was no cheering or booing.

In that silence, someone from the crowd shouted.

"I look forward to a great duel!"

Starting with this shout, the sword unit members surrounding the duel stage began to quietly step on the ground.

- Thump! Thump!

The martial artists of the alliance were cheering for me, the sect leader of the Flying Heaven Sect.

They want a proud defeat rather than a shameful victory.

Because they are martial artists.

Because they will be martial artists of the alliance in the future.

Because they want the Martial Alliance they are a part of to be proud.

Naeng Muyeom's expression on the opposite side was contorted.

Through the martial arts gathering, he had fallen from a respected commander to a cowardly martial artist.

Regardless of the outcome of the duel, he will no longer be able to serve as the commander of the Changtian Sword Unit.

Because the sword unit members will not follow him.

"Seeing the atmosphere, this will be the last duel you fight as a commander. Should I consider this an honor? Haha!"

Naeng Muyeom gritted his teeth.

"It will be the last duel you fight with your neck attached!"

"No, are you threatening to kill me now? Is this place the Ten Thousand Great Mountains, not Hubei?"

Naeng Muyeom's pupils shook.

He knows that I have found out his identity.

He will definitely unfold a killing move today.

But I will not kill him today.

Because I can do that anytime.

I quietly drew the Ink Blood Saber.

Naeng Muyeom is a martial artist who has reached the pinnacle with his swordsmanship.

When he first entered the alliance, the Flowing Water Soft Sword he showed is said to have surprised all the masters of the alliance.

Because his sword, which moved softly like flowing water, had broken all the swords of the famous masters who pursued strong and powerful techniques.

After defeating the Mountain-Shattering Divine Sword, Go Yeomgak, who was said to be able to split even a mountain with a single sword strike, in about a hundred moves, he had established himself as a pinnacle swordsman that the Martial Alliance was proud of.

A spy of the Demonic Cult, which worships strong power, is hiding his identity with a soft sword.

Who could suspect?

Naeng Muyeom on the other side of the duel stage drew his sword and aimed it at me.

His narrow sword was shaking gracefully like a soft sword.

A sharp killing intent pierced me like an awl.

Naeng Muyeom closed the distance in one breath and rushed at me first.

His sword, which was extended in a straight line, was aiming for my brow.

- Clang!

The Ink Blood Saber, full of internal energy, blocked strongly.

- Screech!

The moment they clashed, his sword followed the blade of the Ink Blood Saber and moved downwards.

With the blade and the sword body touching.

He had softly received the explosive power, which was enhanced by the power of the Black-Scaled Blood Serpent, without clashing head-on.

And then his sword moved softly again and cut into the area around my chest.

I struck it out strongly and, taking advantage of that gap, I struck down again with a strong force.

- Clang!

Although they clashed strongly, no repulsive force was felt.

- Clang! Clang!

In an instant, dozens of exchanges came and went.

The one who took the offensive was me, but he lightly deflected all the strong power of my Ink Blood Saber.

He had received the strong with the soft!

The Martial Alliance is a large, great tree that has supported the Central Plains for hundreds of years.

Just because you have defeated a few martial artists, you should not doubt the potential of the Martial Alliance.

You should not take lightly the skills of a person who has risen to that position with only a single sword in the Martial Alliance, which is teeming with strong people.

- Waaah! Waaah!

The martial artists around the duel stage were cheering at the high-level exchange.

I stepped back.

Naeng Muyeom also did not attack anymore and stood there, catching his breath.

"Amazing! As expected of the commander of the Changtian Sword Unit."

"If all you have to show me is the power of that strange sword, it will probably be difficult to win the duel today!"

"The strong is suppressed by the soft. It must have been a good lesson for the people watching this duel. Especially for those martial artists who run wild, relying only on their strength."

Two people flinched and avoided my gaze.

They are Deoksam of the Flying Heaven Sect and Peng Tianwei of the Changtian Sword Unit.

"But do you know? The saying that you can suppress with softness is not always true. If that were the case, words like 'strong' and 'heavy' would have disappeared."

"What is it that you want to say?"

"I mean, keep deflecting softly. Haha!"

The saying that you should face the strong with the soft, the heavy with the light, and the multi-changing with the no-changing is not wrong.

Martial arts are truly mysterious because you can overcome with opposite properties.

But it doesn't mean you always win.

If the opponent tries to deflect softly, you just have to pour in more power.

An overwhelming power that they dare not deflect

(End of Chapter)