The Regressed Young Master’s Guide to Living on Easy Mode

Chapter 105 : Feeling the Waves (12)

The number of remaining matches is four.

In contrast, the Sword Pavilion's players are only herself and the Sword Empress.

The current situation told Murong Seryeong only one thing.

If she couldn't defeat as many people as possible, the Sword Empress would have to face all the people who came after.

Until now, she had fought to protect someone.

She had to protect her younger siblings.

She had to protect herself.

The world had forced her to live a life where she had to become stronger.

And it was the same now.

But it was the first time.

-If it's hard, give up. Because I'm behind you.

Not protecting others, but me.

The feeling of being protected by someone.

Even when she was in the Murong family in the old days, she had not received such protection. Even if they were her blood-related siblings, her family. If there was, it was only when she was with Jae-ha.

She didn't want to betray his expectations.

Even though she knew that the Sword Empress wouldn't particularly scold her even if she lost, she didn't want to lose even more.

She wanted to repay this fluffy feeling.

Murong Seryeong looked back.

The Sword Empress was standing firmly.

***

The fall of the Sword Pavilion was only the beginning of a grand plan that would unfold later.

Do the people here even know?

That at this very moment, similar things are happening in various places.

The North Sea and the Southern Man have already been conquered.

All that's left is Hainan and the Western Regions.

And Hainan was only a matter of time.

The Sword Pavilion, which may have been with Hainan for decades, or perhaps since the beginning of Hainan.

The Sword Pavilion, since its birth, had only maintained the status quo, not using its strength for this small island called Hainan. Considering that the martial world revolves around the logic of the strong, this was a thorough self-sacrifice.

Just by looking at the fact that the Hainan Sect, which had lost in the inter-sect conflict, was doing well, it was completely incomprehensible by the common sense of the place they were in.

And look at the situation now.

"The Sword Pavilion, lose!"

"Where did all the other disciples go! Did they get scared and run away!"

"Hehehe. Hainan Sect! Win!"

Isn't it a truly miserable and shabby end?

Not using one's own strength, but just being considerate and sacrificing, and in the end, all one gets is curses and criticism.

This kind of world was definitely wrong.

Those with power should be treated accordingly. Conversely, those without power should also be treated accordingly.

Not just talking freely over there, but crawling at their feet, looking down, and not being able to make a single sound.

Such a world will soon come.

Now! You who have power. Will you still maintain your uprightness in this situation?

Or will you face the same world as me?

"If you purely admit defeat here, I will stop everything here and let you return with your body intact."

This was the last mercy for those with power.

"Fuck off!"

"Hehehe."

As expected, the opponent was no different from the common people.

"It's a shame. It was the last mercy I was giving you."

This plan is completed with the death of the Sword Empress. And everyone here today will also lose their lives.

A small sacrifice to go to a true world.

History will mourn the deaths of those here today and will remember the noble sacrifices of these people for a long time.

"I came here today to win."

In the opponent, the woman, a feeling of hope was still visible. She still believed that she could change this situation.

How paradoxical and false this reality is.

"If that is your decision, I have no choice but to purify you myself."

Because such a fake is a harmful and useless existence in a true world.

"You talk as if you're something. You look like you'd make me lose my appetite!"

"W-what did you just say?"

"You're ugly, short, and your way of speaking is so greasy it makes me want to vomit. Are you small down there too?"

"Commoner, remember your place."

"Even if you and I were the only ones left in this world, I wouldn't do it with you. I'd rather jump into the sea and die."

It's a strangely nerve-wracking statement. It wasn't that he was really small and got stuck on those words.

But he couldn't help but ask this.

"Why?"

If there are only two of us left, we can do it!

For the great cause of preventing the extinction of the species, we can do it at least once!

As if she had seen something she shouldn't have.

The woman, Murong Seryeong, said with a downward gaze as if she had seen something dirty.

"You've never done it before, have you? That's why you're having delusions like 'it's a false world' and hoping that you can do it too if the world changes, right? But you, you'll never be able to do it in your lifetime."

Crack.

"Don't provoke me any further."

"Do you know why you can't do it? Because you're ugly! And you're ugly down there too!"

A sound of something breaking was heard in his head. At the same time, Hae Won-pyeong kicked off the ground.

Murong Seryeong also immediately took a stance.

At that moment, Hae Won-pyeong caught a glimpse of the future.

Murong Seryeong twists her body to the lower left and dodges his attack. Then she immediately pushes her foot deep and moves horizontally to the blind spot, then slashes her sword at him diagonally.

Future Sight.

The sense of sight that only those who have reached the Transformation Realm and have pushed their five senses to the limit can obtain.

Hae Won-pyeong thrust his sword. Murong Seryeong twisted her body and dodged as she had seen in the future sight. And after moving deep into the blind spot, she swung her sword diagonally.

Hae Won-pyeong dodged it by lightly tilting his head to the side. The opponent had performed a large movement, and he had dodged it with almost no movement. As a result, he could move faster than the opponent until the next move.

Hae Won-pyeong moves a beat faster.

Murong Seryeong reacts a beat later.

Thwack!

Hae Won-pyeong stretched out his foot and tripped Murong Seryeong. Her foot was lifted and her balance was broken. Without trying to regain her balance, Murong Seryeong put her hand on the floor and created a new center of gravity. Her leg swept over that spot again. Murong Seryeong bent her arm and then quickly straightened it upwards. Hae Won-pyeong's foot only swept the floor, and Murong Seryeong saw it while doing a handstand in the air.

Murong Seryeong raises her head and looks at the opponent.

The opponent was also looking at her. And the opponent was grinning.

The future sight Murong Seryeong had read was up to here.

She couldn't read any further. But judging from his reaction, the opponent seemed to have read the next move.

Hae Won-pyeong swung his sword diagonally. Murong Seryeong raised her sword and hurriedly blocked. Hae Won-pyeong, as if he had expected it, naturally hit Murong Seryeong's sword three times in a row. Clang, clang, clang! Murong Seryeong blocked this sword strike as well. Hae Won-pyeong's expression was still the same. Swoosh, his arm goes up again. And the fourth sword strike that followed. Clang! Murong Seryeong's sword was sent flying.

"Poor soul of a false world. I will purify you!"

Hae Won-pyeong's eyes caught Murong Seryeong's white neckline.

Hae Won-pyeong swung his sword as it was.

Slice!

Murong Seryeong reacted.

There was no change in the scene of the future she saw.

***

Hae Won-pyeong, the Hall Master of the Hainan Sect.

A master of the same Transformation Realm as herself.

The moment they met, she knew there was a difference in skill.

This was an unavoidable situation.

Because it had been less than 5 years since she had reached the Transformation Realm. On the other hand, the opponent, just by looking at him, was already handling the Transformation Realm with maturity.

Although it is difficult to win if there is a difference in other realms, the difference is even more pronounced between those in the Transformation Realm.

Because of the presence or absence of future sight.

Seeing the future was the same as saying that variables could be eliminated.

Therefore, she did a feint that she couldn't do well to create as many variables as possible. It seemed to have worked to some extent, but it didn't seem to have worked well.

The opponent's attacks were fierce every moment, and they dug into the parts she couldn't read.

Although she tried to counter them somehow, the opponent calmly countered them.

And in the end, the crisis came earlier than expected.

The opponent's sword was rushing towards her.

The future sight was not showing her anything.

Is this the end?

Although it's a justification now, she was short on time. If she had had a little more time, a better future would be unfolding.

But she knew that all of this was a justification.

Murong Seryeong asked herself for the last time.

Have you lived a life without regrets, even if you die right now?

Did you do your best?

***

The reason Murong Seryeong had thought that she must remain in the Sword Pavilion was not because of the Demonic Brain's order. Perhaps even without the Demonic Brain's order, Murong Seryeong would have tried to stay in the Sword Pavilion by any means necessary.

Because she had lost her body and soul to a single sword strike she had seen that day.

It was beautiful.

It was thrilling.

A simple movement that excluded any unnecessary movements.

A simple cut.

It was to the extent that even someone who didn't know martial arts could perform it. But Murong Seryeong strangely couldn't take her eyes off that simple thing, nor could she erase it from her mind.

She wanted... to have that.

The Sword Empress told her to sharpen her will first.

Murong Seryeong heard those words and moved without thinking.

She couldn't understand what it meant to sharpen an intangible will.

So, for now, she began to imitate what she had seen that day as much as possible. First, she began to eliminate unnecessary things from her body's act of swinging the sword.

She eliminated the habits she had had since she was young, one by one.

She changed the existing way of breathing in and out.

She improved the grip on the sword and the footwork for stepping forward.

She began to newly tame everything else as concisely as possible. Of course, she was short on time. It didn't make sense to change what she had achieved over a lifetime in just a few days. Nevertheless, Murong Seryeong did not stop.

Even though she knew she was lacking, she just did it.

Even if she wouldn't reach it in time by doing this, she just did it.

Time is always.

Murong Seryeong knew from her past experiences that it would not wait for her.

It was always her who was being chased, and as a result, regret always followed her.

In the end, Murong Seryeong had only achieved about half.

She had not reached the ideal she had thought of.

Although the posture was exactly the same as what the Sword Empress had done in her memory... something, something was missing. Murong Seryeong could not find what it was.

Fortunately, this time, she didn't have to struggle alone as she had done before.

Next to her, the very person she wanted to be, she wanted to resemble, was helping her in person.

-It's still too much for you. Time will solve it.

But this time, what was blocking her was again time.

She knew. To overcome this thing called time, one had to have a specialness that was different from others.

Like Yoo Su-a of the Heavenly Demon Cult, or Soma of the Blood Cult, or Yang So-pyeong of the Sura Divine Cult, and like the captain.

She knew that she could never be like them.

Her actions now were nothing more than a struggle.

Even so, Murong Seryeong never gave up.

-Seryeong, you're a genius.

Perhaps the words that the captain had said in the past, which came to her now, were a kind of that struggle.

I am a genius.

Reason was shouting that it was impossible.

Will has no substance.

To sharpen such a will, one must first make it possible to materialize it.

The realm of the incomprehensible.

It was an impossible task.

Therefore, Murong Seryeong rejected reason.

She moved only by instinct, without following the order.

She only thought about achieving what she wanted.

In a completely different way than before.

She scattered the mind of a clear mirror that she had been trying to maintain.

She forgets the current situation, all the situations she is in, and focuses only on the opponent.

And she recalls.

How can I win?

***

To reach the Demonic Zenith or the Transformation Realm, one must break the shell of a human.

If this is compared to the process of enlightenment, it is creation.

To shed the limits of a human.

And to prepare to become something new.

Most people stop here.

Of course, just coming this far is a great achievement and accomplishment.

But this was also just a branch of a certain process.

And in the world, sometimes, very rarely, people who move on to the next step appear.

Beyond mere preparation, a true metamorphosis or evolution.

If this is classified as a process of enlightenment, it is called infinity.

Unfortunately, this was also not the end.

It was just a process of something.

Therefore, it could be said that it was also an unstable state. Because in the end, it was accepting infinity with a finite body.

Anyway, there was a distance that transcended the species, like that between an ant and a human, between doing and not doing this process of metamorphosis or evolution.

Naturally, it was by no means possible to reach this in a rational way.

So the Sword Empress knew but did not tell her.

The Transformation Realm was a process. To be more precise, it was a process of building a body to move on to the next.

If one were to try to move on to the next with a body that was not even used to the Transformation Realm, it would be impossible, but if that actually happened, the Sword Empress could be certain.

Before reaching it, the body would not be able to withstand it and would be shattered.

The Sword Empress's eyes, hidden by the veil, had become as wide as lanterns.

'Seryeong!'

The flow of energy is being reconstructed.

A layer of energy thinner than sword qi is overlaid on the sword.

Another layer settles on top of it.

And so, the two layers of energy, divided, look as if they are stopped, but they are rotating at a tremendous speed.

Therefore, the energy was being spread thinly. And a new layer of energy was being overlaid on top of it.

As if a blacksmith were refining iron.

The thick iron is spread thin, and then folded in half and spread again, folded and spread again, and this series of processes was happening.

Although the explanation was long, in reality, this happened in less than a second.

Finally, the overlapping of the energy stopped, and 100 layers of sword qi, spread thinly, settled on the surface of Murong Seryeong's sword.

And the sword qi met the sword aura.

Originally, the sword qi should have been shattered by the sword aura.

But the thinly refined sword qi was splitting the sword aura in half.

Just as gushing water at high pressure cuts through steel, which is harder than itself, as if it were cutting tofu.

In Murong Seryeong's pupils, a certain shape appeared and disappeared repeatedly. Moreover, her eyes had no focus, as if she had lost consciousness. At a glance, it seemed as if she had reached a state of selflessness.

"Amazing."

This was not said by the Sword Empress.

Hae Won-pyeong was genuinely impressed by the person named Murong Seryeong as a martial artist.

'The strong should be treated accordingly' was his logic.

By his standards, Murong Seryeong was strong.

Therefore, he stopped the game he had been playing and decided to face her with all his heart.

At that moment, just as Murong Seryeong had done, Hae Won-pyeong's energy is reconstructed.

More concisely, more stylishly.

He transcends the realm in an instant.

The Sword Empress's pupils, hidden by the veil, had become even wider than before.

In the Sword Empress's pupils, a single character was clearly visible.

Hae Won-pyeong's pupils, which had revealed their true skills, were vertically slit like those of a reptile.

"I will show you respect."

Thud.

Murong Seryeong's sword, which had been cutting through Hae Won-pyeong's sword aura, stopped.

Instead, Hae Won-pyeong's sword was cutting through Murong Seryeong's energy and moving forward.

Crash.

The sword qi was shattered.

Slice!

The sword made of steel was cut.

Finally, the sword reached Murong Seryeong's neck.

The distance was only a single strand of hair.

Now, all he had to do was simply apply a little force and cut.

But Hae Won-pyeong was sweating profusely, unable to do that simple thing.

He slowly raises his head and looks at the other side of Murong Seryeong. There, although it was hidden by a veil and not clearly visible, two pupils were staring at him intently.

He couldn't move his body.

He was certain that if he moved even a little here, the owner of the veil would cut him.

-Kill the Murong family's child right now!

Just then, a telepathic message rang in his head.

It was an absolute command.

If he disobeyed, he would be cast out like the Blood-Faced Demon.

Hae Won-pyeong put strength into the hand holding the sword.

"Aaaargh!"

As he let out a war cry, his body began to move little by little.

Just then, a single word was heard.

"Don't move."

His body freezes as it is.

Thud.

Murong Seryeong, who had run out of energy, collapses.

Although her neck was cut by the sword, it was not a fatal wound.

The Sword Empress comes up, embraces Murong Seryeong, and goes down from the tournament stage. During that time, Hae Won-pyeong could not move a muscle.

The Sword Empress, who had safely placed Murong Seryeong outside, comes up to the tournament stage.

Swoosh.

The Sword Empress takes off her veil.

The Sword Empress's face, ravaged by illness and with a dark complexion, is revealed to the world.

Anyone could tell that the Sword Empress was not in a normal state.

But when the Sword Empress drew her sword, everything changed.

The person standing here now was not a person ravaged by illness, but an absolute being who had dominated an era with her sword.

Everyone held their breath.

The Sword Empress raised her sword. And slowly, so slowly that it made the viewer feel frustrated, she brought the sword down.

It was so simple and slow that even an ordinary person who had not learned martial arts could have dodged it.

But on it.

Slice.

Hae Won-pyeong's neck was cut.

Thud.

The body, having lost its owner, sprawls on the tournament stage.

At the sudden spatter of blood, screams erupted from the spectator seats.

In the midst of the chaotic situation, the Sword Empress's two pupils were staring at one place.

The place where the Hainan Sect executives were seated.

Letting her sword hang down, the Sword Empress said.

"Next."

Her disciple had risked her life.

As a master, she could by no means remain still.

(End of Chapter)