Absolute Sword Sense

>Meanwhile, the warriors of the house mumbled,

“Right?”

“How could he improve this much in just a year’s time?”

“Then you mean he learned Evil Arts?”

Among martial arts, there were Demonic Arts and Evil Arts.

They were literally what they were called, one of them came from the demonic sects, and the others came from the evil sects, the unorthodox ones whose evil arts were known to accelerate the growth of their user using insidious means.

“Even if you die, you must hate to accept that you are weak.”

“What?”

“It is pathetic that the skills of a successor are of this level.”

Sima Young was being sarcastic on purpose.
This time, she was trying to stimulate his expression and emotion.

Whatever the excuse was, he was the successor of this family, a skilled being who symbolizes the house.
And losing to me was a great shame for him.

“Someone like trash is pushing his luck.
I tried to look after you considering the fact that you are blood to me but…”

Did I hear it wrong? He was watching over me?

-He is quite thick-skinned

Short Sword clicked her tongue.

This guy always wanted the top position.
Seeing his rising anger at the tip of his sword I knew that if I used Short Sword he would die.

“If you are so confident then can you stop this?”

So Young-hyun said to me as if he was provoking me.

He was deliberately trying to make me use something but I shook my head,

“That will not change anything.”

“You are too arrogant!”

Pat!

At my words, he moved at me in anger.

He was ready to kill me, that was how he was moving with the heavy feeling sword which only wanted to kill his own blood.

“Be careful!”

Yong-yong shouted again but I had no reason to hide my skills.

Sring!

His sword collided with mine and as the sword touched, he tried to link another technique when I slapped him again.

Slap!

This time I used internal qi to give a good impact.

“T-this bastar…”

He tried to force the technique to unfold but I stood still as I raised my sword.

My hand went up seeing the gap again.

Slap!

This time it was on the other cheek.
And blood came from his nose as I hit him a bit hard.

Grunt!

He was grinding his teeth and tried to strike me with the sword but before that, my fist collided with his chest.

Puak!

“Kuak!”

As he got hit on the chest, he tried to move back.

But I grabbed him by the neck and pulled him close as I kicked him in the shin.

Crack!

The shinbone broke and cracked.

“Kuak! Y…you! Bastard…”

The anger was greater than the pain so he tried to use the sword again and his blade was coming for my neck but it was already too late.

I slashed down his sword using my internal qi.

Chang!

“Euk!”

The blade trembled first in its attempt to resist, but as it couldn’t keep up, my qi kept digging into his palm, and soon the sword bounced back and twirled round and round.

It was the moment when the guy felt confused

[This is the price for insulting my mother you fucking dumbass.]

“…?!”

Puak!

“Ack!”

I hit him in the face with my fist.

His face twisted sideways and the sound of his teeth shattering could be heard.
And he fell down with his teeth falling out.

His face was a mess now.

‘Ha.’

This feels good.

It felt like the ill feelings which I had accumulated over the past events got released.
Just how much had these people tormented me and my siblings and insulted our mother?

[Lord!]

Cho Seong-won’s voice rang in my ear and I knew why he had called.

I could tell from the crowd around us going silent.
When I turned my head, I looked to see a middle-aged man cloaked in a green robe, and a bitter face, along with two warriors on either side of him.

The lord of this family, So Ik-heon.

Beside him were two people, a man, and a woman in indigo uniforms.

These were faces I hadn’t seen in a long time.
But they don’t know me.

Before coming back to life I never came into close contact with anyone else due to the shame I had caused my family.

As a spy, I saw them when I was in the Murim Alliance.

“W-what is this?”

Cho Il-hye asked with a frown as she saw my siblings lying on the ground.

And she looked at me and asked, “Who is that man?”

She certainly seemed to have noticed that I was the one who did this.
The qi she was releasing to pressure me was so strong that it felt like she belonged to the strong warriors.

‘Strong.’

But the guy next to her was even stronger than her.
There was no intimidation like Hae Ack-chun but it was clear that the base levels of the peak had been crossed.

On the other hand, So Ik-heon felt to be slightly on par with the woman.

Of course, one shouldn’t judge their strength by internal qi alone.

So Ik-heon had a complicated expression.

Cho Il-hye herself couldn’t understand what was going on.

-What is it?

I was not sure either.

Maybe because the child he threw away came back stronger than others? It was then–

“Ah, father! It is evil arts! He used evil martial arts!” shouted So Young-hyun, who had noticed the lord and the other two people of Mount Hyeong.

I thought he wouldn’t be able to speak as I had broken his jaw but he was still struggling to stay on top?

“Evil arts?”

But an unexpected person reacted.

He was the First Sword of Mount Hyeong, Cho Un-jong.

‘Ah!’

I remembered him

The person who was gentle and shy most of the time.

But he was someone who didn’t like injustice at all, especially the Forces of Evil.

“It isn’t Evil arts…”

Pat!

But before I could even explain the man moved.

In the blink of an eye, he reduced the distance to 15 steps.

‘Ah?’

I knew that Mount Hyeong is known to have quick swords and footwork but I didn’t think it would be this good.

He stopped right in front of me and asked,

“Disciple.
Have you mastered the evil arts?”

“No.”

“Then why is the successor of the family saying that you did?”

Because the evil arts adversely affects the human body most people hated those who used such things.
And Cho Un-jong was one of them.

“Hyung! That man in front of you is my brother!”

“Brother? So Wonhwi?”

Cho Un-jong frowned.

Judging from his reaction it seemed like he heard about me from the Yong-yong.
I thought this would go well, but,

“I heard your dantian was damaged, is that incorrect?”

Sh!

He grabbed onto my wrist.

He seemed suspicious of me no matter how much he heard and he had to check it for himself.

I quickly stepped back.

“What is this?”

“The dantian which was damaged and in one year, yet you managed to get to this level.”

Tak.

Cho Un-jong was following my movement, well, he was known to be a genius.

“Give me a chance to explain.”

Srin!

At my words, he pulled out his sword.

“I checked you what more can be explained through words?”

“You want to do this?”

“If we fight then it will be clear if you used evil arts or not.
Pick your sword up.”

Chachka!

As soon as he said that, his sword began to come for me.

It was the famous Clear Wind Sword.
A technique that any warrior in their sect can learn, but what was unfolding now isn’t such a simple one but a higher level of it

‘Nothing could be done.’

If this was going to happen, then I had to prove it with my sword.

The Pure Wind Sword of his began to change like the wind.
To counter this, I did the same.

‘Loach Shaped Sword technique!’

It was one of the three techniques I had learned.

Like a soft willow branch, it was a technique that could handle anything.

Chachahcang!

And our swords collided.

Mine like a willow branch and his like the wind met and our swords entangled.
Each time the swords collided my palms hurt.

‘This is different.’

He was different from the people I had faced till now.

Cho Un-jong, who would become the master of this faction, made me wonder if I could win with just half my power.

How could such a soft technique hold so much power?

Then should I spread the distance… uh?

Pat!

Cho Un-jong, who was fighting me, widened the distance first and the others looked puzzled at his actions.
But then he suddenly asked me with a trembling voice,

“You, what is your relationship with Warrior Ho Jong-dae?”

At his words, the quiet place turned noisy.

“Ho Jong-dae?”

“Did he just say that name?”

Warrior Ho Jong-dae.

Even after 15 years, there was no one in the world of Murim who didn’t know of that man.

It was the name of the man of Yunnan province, the Heavenly Southern Swordsman.

And he asked me again,

“Tell me clearly.
Do you know that man?”

At his question, I bowed down and spoke confidently,

“He is my teacher.”

‘…!’

As soon as I said those words, my insides felt twisted.