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125. Clouds.

The trembling pupils resembled those of a bull about to be slaughtered. Clear, innocent eyes.

Of course, even so, nothing changed.

Rustle-

Yohan flicked the blood off his sword and continued onward. It was just ahead.

At that moment, Sarah, who was walking alongside him, opened her mouth.

“Metallic sounds… It seems like they’re already fighting.”

Samahan smiled faintly.

“Your senses are good. I should have made you my disciple after all.”

“I’m not your disciple, old man.”

I have a different teacher.

“Shut up.”

The group gently parted the bushes and moved forward. Before long, a huge gate came into Yohan’s view.

“……!”

Three tiled roofs adorned the gate. At first glance, it looked old, but that very aspect gave it an air of mystery.

At the edge of the gate, in clear lettering, was written:

Kunlun (崑崙).

As soon as he saw those letters, a strange language leaked from Yohan’s lips.

The moment Yohan stomped his foot hard, the ground exploded.

Explosion.

Kwaaaaaang!

In an instant, the bottom of the gate exploded. Thanks to that, the tiled roofs flew far away without end.

It wasn’t just the roof that was flying. The Kunlun warriors who were hiding near the gate screamed horribly and fell.

Samahan chuckled.

“Well, your senses aren’t bad either. Though not as good as that Sword Sovereign.”

Yohan ignored him and ran forward. Passing through the gate, he saw the Kunlun warriors fighting with the Black King Fortress warriors.

It was easy to tell them apart. The ones wearing suspicious-looking black clothes were from the Black King Fortress, and conversely, the ones wearing white clothes were from Kunlun.

‘Hmm, I feel like I’ve become the villain.’

Yohan loosened his fingers, thinking trivial thoughts. After a short warm-up, countless spells poured from his grasp.

Whoosh-

Piiiiiing- Kwakwakwakwang!

“……! Wh-What is it!”

“Kkeuaaaaaack!”

“My arm, my arm!!”

There was clearly a subtle difference, but until just now, the Kunlun warriors had been dominating the battle situation.

If three Black King Fortress warriors fell, two Kunlun warriors fell. A slight difference in power, but it was turned upside down 180 degrees by the sudden intrusion of the sorcerer.

Someone recognized Yohan and shouted happily.

“Oh! I’ve been waiting! Sect Leader!”

Yohan rummaged through his memories. Ah, it was the middle-aged man who had won in another training ground.

‘His job was a martial artist.’

It was an aptitude that matched his burly physique. Yohan also shouted back.

“Where is the Kunlun Sect Leader!”

“He’s currently fighting Black Wolf! You’ll see him if you go that way!”

Yohan turned his gaze following the middle-aged man’s finger.

Samahan said.

“You little punk. You’ve really got guts. The Kunlun Sect Leader is on a different level than the Mount Emei and Qingcheng you fought.”

“So, are you saying I can’t win?”

Samahan smiled slyly.

“No, that’s not it. Didn’t I tell you? Even the strongest person under heaven dies if they get stabbed in the neck. They die if their heart is stabbed too.”

The old man tapped his neck with the edge of his hand.

“Besides, you’re not alone. Let’s go together, you little punk.”

Yohan let out a hearty laugh.

“Alright.”

Taat-

And so, Yohan, Sarah, and Samahan moved their feet to the place where the Sect Leader would be.

It wasn’t far away. No matter how large the Kunlun Sect was, it was just one faction. Its size was bound to be limited.

Clang! Clang!

A man with hair like a lion’s mane was wildly swinging his sword. It was Black Wolf.

The man in front of him was different from Black Wolf in many ways. He had neatly grown white hair, and his white beard was long and flowing.

It was as if a demon from the abyss and a Taoist were fighting.

Samahan said in a blunt tone.

“Did you see this crazy Black King? Trying to take on the Kunlun Sect Leader with just one pup? He must be out of his mind.”

“I agree. If we had been just a little later, Black Wolf would have died.”

“They wouldn’t have even been able to hold a proper funeral. Tsk tsk, if the Black King Fortress’s welfare is this bad, who would want to join the Black King Fortress.”

The two crazy bastards ignored their dying comrade and chatted casually. Sarah, unable to watch any longer, said a word.

“……Shouldn’t we help him quickly?”

The two crazy bastards quickly replied.

“He’s not dead yet.”

“Please wait. I’m looking for an opening right now.”

“……”

Fortunately, Yohan wasn’t the type to make empty promises.

Even at this moment, he was constantly planting seeds of fire through the soles of his feet.

Perhaps sensing something, the pure white Taoist let out a roar.

“You vile bastards! What is it this time!”

With a whoosh, the Taoist’s head turned rapidly. He glared fiercely at Yohan’s group.

“Hoseon! How did you get here!”

Samahan waved his hand innocently.

“Nice to see you. We’ve met before, right?”

At the old man’s words, the Taoist unleashed a great sword strike. As Black Wolf coughed dryly and stepped back, the Taoist approached the group with mysterious footwork.

That series of actions was so natural that even Yohan was a beat late in recognizing it.

“Heuryaaaaaap!”

“Old man. Your voice is as good as ever.”

Jjeoeooooong!

The old man with the appearance of a young man and the pure white old man clashed. A huge roar echoed around them.

Sarah and Yohan unknowingly stepped back. An invisible shockwave pushed them back.

Yohan thought, sweating coldly. That old man was showing his true power for the first time.

‘Being called the strongest person under heaven wasn’t a complete lie.’

The two old men exchanged sword strikes at the speed of light. It was so fast that they could only hear the sound after they collided.

The instantaneous acceleration exceeds the speed of sound. Can this really be called a human fight?

Yohan’s eyes sparkled.

‘If it’s this level of martial prowess, it’ll definitely give me a lot of karma!’

In order to return to reality, overwhelming force is essential. It’s not that he doesn’t have any fear, but his eagerness is greater.

Yohan retreated and crouched down. As his hands touched the ground, red flames spread out like a spider web.

“Futile!”

The Taoist took a heavy step. Then the flames that were spreading out lost their power and scattered in the air.

Yohan smiled fiercely. He should have avoided the spot.

Jjaak- Yohan’s hands clapped together with a clear sound. That was the starting point.

Whoosh- Kwaaaaaang!!!

The seeds of fire that Yohan had planted in the meantime exploded in an instant. He drew attention with a spider web of flames, and the real thing approached quietly and exploded.

A magician is one who prepares. There was enough time to prepare.

A voice was heard from afar. It was the old man who knew Yohan’s intentions and had retreated in advance.

“Good job! You sorcerer! You’re just like a sinister sorcerer!”

Samahan’s clothes were also slightly scorched. He hadn’t completely avoided it. The reason was guessed. It was probably to lure the Taoist.

Yohan took out a fan from his chest and waved it once. An angry wind cleared away the gray smoke. And there was no one there.

Ossa-ak

“……!”

His spine is chilling. His neck was even colder. Yohan hurriedly deployed a shield and leaned back.

Jjeoe- Clang!

With the sound of glass breaking, a white ray of light passed over Yohan’s face. Pshh, a stream of blood spreads before his eyes. His nose was slightly cut.

[Thought Acceleration] had already been activated. In the slowed world, Yohan’s pupils moved slowly.

The white martial robe was blackened. A little bit of yellow pus was flowing from his skin, and the Taoist was panting roughly. He was not in a normal state.

Imperfect physical condition, and a failed sword strike. Sarah, who was next to him, glared fiercely and aimed for the Taoist’s neck.

“Where do you think you’re going!”

Samahan might be able to, but he couldn’t be defeated by the attack of a mere Sword Sovereign.

Whoosh, the Taoist barely twisted his body to save his life.

That was exactly what Samahan was aiming for. The opening was much more visible than before. Samahan grinned mischievously and swung his sword.

“Kuhahaha! Block this too!”

The sword aimed for the Taoist’s neck, and Samahan’s vicious words shook the Taoist’s mind.

‘Kunlun is falling to these villains……’

How deplorable. How deplorable. What on earth are the warriors of Sichuan doing?

They sent a first-class messenger falcon because the situation was urgent. However, no support came from Sichuan.

Had Sichuan abandoned Kunlun? Or had Meng abandoned Kunlun?

He couldn’t know. The Taoist stared at the longsword approaching his Adam’s apple with empty eyes.

Still, he couldn’t just give in yet.

Cloud Dragon Eight Forms (雲龍大八式).

As a dragon frolics among the dense clouds, the Taoist became a stream of Cloud Dragon (雲龍).

With a sudden change of direction, the Taoist’s body elegantly avoided the attack. Samahan widened his eyes and shouted.

“Cloud Dragon Grand Style!”

It was Kunlun’s ultimate technique and an all-in-one offensive and defensive martial art. The scary thing about that technique was not the movement of the body, but the freedom of attack.

The white cloud Taoist murmured softly.

“First Form (一式). And─”

Swoosh, the Taoist’s figure strangely bends in the air. Like a dragon’s movement!

With a total of three bends, the Taoist existed above Samahan’s crown.

“Fourth Form (四式).”

Swoooooosh-

A pure white sword approaches, cutting through the air.

Samahan’s instincts rang an alarm.

‘Danger!’