Chapter 339: Face-to-Face. (3)

As the sky began to dye itself black.

Tang Soyeol was no different in sensing the anomaly.

As an eerie aura spread around.

And an unknown sense of strangeness began to emanate.

The first thing Tang Soyeol did was.

“Run. Right now.”

It was to send a warning to the fellow disciples around her.

Everyone was a competitor.

And they were in the middle of practical training, but

that wasn’t more precious than their lives.

Judgment had to be swift.

It was something Tang Soyeol’s father,

the man known as the Poison King, always said.

Because the Tang Clan lived as assassins while being a righteous sect,

they always had to be mindful of threats,

meaning they had to make quick judgments.

As the Tang Clan dealt in poison and covert operations,

Tang Soyeol always lived with this in mind.

There were always many enemies.

Even among those of the same righteous sect, one should trust no one.

That was the Poison King’s teaching.

Only family could be trusted,

so one should not easily let others get close.

Ironically,

it was perhaps because it was her father, torturing fellow disciples of the righteous sect while teaching this,

that it held more credibility.

Later, Tang Soyeol ascended to the Poison Phoenix position without much difficulty and donned a mask.

The Poison Phoenix was a title belonging to the Tang Clan.

Even if its martial prowess was considered lesser compared to the other Dragons and Phoenixes,

poison (毒) had been known to be the Tang Clan’s domain for generations,

and it was a reputation not particularly rejected by other martial artists or within the Tang Clan itself,

so in a way, it wasn’t strange for Tang Soyeol to become the Poison Phoenix.

Tang Soyeol’s older brother, too,

was called the Poison Dragon during his time as a later-generation disciple.

Since the perception was that nicknames related to poison belonged to the Tang Clan,

it was, in a way, a natural outcome.

Though Tang Soyeol herself was embarrassed by her own nickname.

It wasn’t that she was ashamed of the nickname Poison Phoenix (毒鳳).

How could she be ashamed of a nickname like ‘the most outstanding later-generation disciple of the Central Plains’ righteous sects’?

It was just that.

Tang Soyeol was ashamed of herself.

She didn’t possess the strength worthy of receiving that nickname.

Tang Soyeol felt ashamed that such a nickname had come to be associated with her.

The Dragon Phoenix Gathering, which she participated in every year.

Just looking at the people she met there made it clear.

The geniuses called the Five Dragons and Three Phoenixes back then

were all superior to Tang Soyeol.

Moreover,

even though she herself was praised as the Poison Phoenix,

she knew her position wasn’t particularly high.

If she knew this, would the other later-generation disciples, who loved to judge others, really not know?

They knew it all too well.

They were just keeping quiet because she was a member of one of the Four Great Families.

Knowing that,

Tang Soyeol felt even more compelled to wear a mask.

As a noble member of a great family, she had to maintain proper conduct,

and she had to strive, cutting back on sleep, to not fall behind in skill.

If you were to ask if that effort narrowed the gap with other later-generation disciples,

the answer would be no.

Realizing that some things couldn’t be bridged no matter how hard one tried

was not a difficult thing at all.

Was she lacking talent? Not exactly,

but she wasn’t at a level worthy of being called a genius.

That was her own assessment.

‘Is that necessarily a bad thing?’

As she spent her days, Tang Soyeol pondered.

Was it truly a bad thing?

She couldn’t follow in the footsteps of geniuses,

but she received the same treatment.

Even if that was solely due to her family’s name,

wasn’t that acceptable?

She harbored such thoughts briefly,

but then she vomited onto the floor and sank down.

Shame surged up to her throat, and she couldn’t bear it.

The Tang Clan placed expectations on her.

Wasn’t it called ‘Immunity to All Poisons’?

Possessing resistance to all poisons.

Furthermore, it was said that even mastering the Tang Clan’s poison techniques to the utmost degree couldn’t reach it,

a realm solely attainable through talent.

They claimed Tang Soyeol possessed that potential.

The Poison King and the Tang Clan elders were watching Tang Soyeol.

What meaning did that hold?

Tang Soyeol considered it meaningless.

If those expectations stemmed from their greed,

they were truly meaningless.

The days passed.

Tang Soyeol began to pay more attention to her appearance.

Regardless of how she felt inside,

her outward appearance had to at least resemble that of a child from a prestigious family.

As always,

At a social gathering with members of other prestigious families,

Tang Soyeol, sipping the poisoned tea she had prepared, suddenly had a thought.

‘How pathetic.’

She was talking to herself, seeing herself like this.

Thinking this inwardly,

her face maintained a smile.

‘What am I even doing?’

She had reached the first-rate level eventually,

yet she was hesitating, unable to advance further.

Was it okay to be like this?

She had heard news that the Sword Phoenix had reached her peak.

It was said that the Sleeping Dragon and Sword Dragon were just a matter of time,

and she wasn’t sure about the Armored Dragon.

Since that person was hardly known to begin with,

she wasn’t interested in the Thunder Dragon either, but they probably wouldn’t be too late.

Even if the Snow Phoenix’s martial strength was weak,

her talents outside of her martial cultivation were outstanding, so she had made a name for herself long ago.

In the end, the one being left behind

was surely herself.

Without being able to erase such thoughts,

Tang Soyeol just smiled.

Amidst that, someone suddenly said,

“Ah, Miss Tang, about this Tang Weapon Convention.”

Who was it?

She couldn’t quite remember.

It was likely someone from the Sichuan region. Tang Soyeol wasn’t one to commit people to memory.

“Yes.”

Still, she had to answer with a smile.

“I heard that a member of the Gu family is also coming. Is that correct?”

“Oh my, the Gu family?”

As she replied,

Tang Soyeol recalled where the Gu family was from.

It was the family of the Sword Phoenix, whose head was the Gallant,

a prestigious family from the Shanxi region, quite far from here.

‘A member of the Gu family.’

Originally, the Tang Weapon Convention

was one of the Tang Clan’s few representative events,

so they usually sent invitations for networking, even if attendance wasn’t expected.

In that context, a prestigious family from Shanxi,

being so far away,

and it not being a problem if they didn’t come out of their way,

the fact that they were coming anyway piqued Tang Soyeol’s interest slightly.

She wondered, ‘Who could it be?’

It was stated they were a family member,

but it wouldn’t be the Sword Phoenix.

She had heard that the Sword Phoenix held a crucial position in the main family and traveled to the front lines.

So, was it her younger brother?

‘Did she have a brother?’

She seemed to recall she did.

Although she hadn’t spoken much with the Sword Phoenix,

she remembered the Sword Phoenix smiling brightly when talking about her brother.

The Sword Phoenix’s smile then was quite different.

“The Gu family, you say?”

Another person, perhaps intrigued by the later-generation disciple’s words,

interjected into the conversation.

“Yes.”

“The Gu family… Did you hear who it is?”

“No, I’m not Miss Tang, how would I know that?”

Indeed, it was strange for him to know, considering the Tang Weapon Convention was hosted by the Tang Clan.

Though Tang Soyeol herself didn’t know either.

“It would be quite something if the Young Master were coming.”

“Huh? The Young Master? Does the Gu family have a Young Master?”

The later-generation disciple’s words caught her attention.

Did the Gu family already have a Young Master?

As everyone listened to his story,

the man puffed up with pride and began to elaborate.

“It’s a rather widespread rumor. They have a single son in that household, so he’s already considered half the Young Master.”

“Wow, just one son? Lucky them. No need for a succession struggle for the family head position.”

“I’ve heard about Brother Choo. He’s having a tough time.”

“…Let’s not bring that up.”

The person presumed to be Brother Choo coughed repeatedly.

“Anyway… even though he’s treated as the Young Master, the rumors aren’t very good.”

“Rumors? What kind of rumors?”

As it was news from the Shanxi region, it hadn’t really filtered down to Sichuan.

In fact, Tang Soyeol wouldn’t have found such gossip interesting if it weren’t for the Sword Phoenix or the Gallant.

“I heard he’s quite the degenerate.”

“The Gallant’s son…?”

The son of the Gallant? The son of the Gallant, who was once a renowned master in the Central Plains, and the current ‘number one later-generation disciple,’ the Sword Phoenix’s brother, is a degenerate?

‘…Hmm.’

Tang Soyeol found it hard to imagine.

Speaking of the Gu family member,

she felt like she had heard the name somewhere before.

“To what extent, you ask? Ah, I heard he insulted the daughter of the Peng family and caused the engagement to be broken off.”

‘Ah.’

The man’s words finally jogged Tang Soyeol’s memory.

It was related to Peng Ah-hee, one of her few friends.

‘Is it that guy?’

She had heard something about it. Peng Ah-hee had spoken through gritted teeth back then,

and Tang Soyeol had joined in the complaints, saying it was fortunate she wasn’t involved with such a guy.

“For the Gallant’s son to be such a degenerate, I’m curious…”

“They say he has absolutely no talent in martial arts either.”

“What a mess. Talk about a tiger father, dog son, literally.”

The room was instantly filled with chuckles.

Tang Soyeol didn’t usually join in such situations.

Getting involved in such conversations could lead to trouble later.

“Ah, aren’t the Namgung family also coming this time?”

“That’s right.”

“Namgung? Namgung… does that mean the Thunder Dragon is coming?”

The Namgung family was also quite far away,

so she hadn’t expected them to attend such an event. Hearing that the Thunder Dragon was coming

made the topic of the Gu family’s Young Master disappear, replaced entirely by talk of the Thunder Dragon.

To them, the Thunder Dragon of the Namgung family was more important than such figures.

Of course,

Tang Soyeol had someone else more important in mind.

‘My sister is coming.’

The Namgung family had another member besides the Thunder Dragon.

Many didn’t know it, but Tang Soyeol did.

She meant Namgung Bi-ah, a beautiful woman.

‘Will she be alright?’

Tang Soyeol suddenly shuddered, looking around.

There were quite a few male later-generation disciples attending the Tang Weapon Convention.

Was it okay to invite Namgung Bi-ah to such a place?

It was because that sister was quite pretty.

She had asked her to come, but she hadn’t expected her to actually agree.

So, she was worried.

‘It’s been a while.’

Thinking about seeing her close sister,

Tang Soyeol’s thoughts of the Gu family’s degenerate quickly vanished.

Little did she know then.

• My name is Gu Jieye.

Time passed.

The person who met Tang Soyeol while hiding his name,

and what significance he would come to hold for Tang Soyeol.

How she would end up doing anything for that handsome face.

The Gu family’s degenerate was far more handsome than expected,

and lived up to his looks.

That member of the Gu family ignored the appearance of the Thunder Dragon and the disdain of the later-generation disciples.

Contrary to the rumors of his lack of martial talent,

he shattered the Thunder Dragon’s arm with surprising ease.

The man who had previously gossiped and dismissed him as a ‘tiger father, dog son’ shut his mouth tight.

The person they had called a lowly degenerate had crushed the Thunder Dragon, who was called one of the Five Dragons and Three Phoenixes.

Strangely, no rumors spread about the incident.

Perhaps the Namgung family suppressed it,

or maybe the witnesses, considering the Namgung family’s influence, kept their mouths shut.

None of that mattered much to Tang Soyeol.

What remained etched in her memory were his eyes,

his voice,

and his powerful demeanor as he pulverized the Thunder Dragon.

‘…Jieye Gongzi.’

Looking back now, she felt like a crazy bitch.

She had fallen head over heels just by his looks…

But couldn’t anyone act like this if someone was that handsome?

She tried to console herself with such thoughts.

Meanwhile, even Namgung Bi-ah seemed to take an interest in the Gu family member for some reason,

but she claimed not to like him directly, so Tang Soyeol chose to believe her.

‘How many children will they have?’

Watching his retreating back, she had even thought that.

Wouldn’t her father approve, considering it was the Gu family?

If not, maybe a marriage alliance through adoption…

Ah, but they said the Young Master position was confirmed, so that wouldn’t work, would it?

She indulged in all sorts of fantasies.

Her life, which had felt stifling and tiresome until then,

she could forget about it, even briefly, just by meeting that person.

Was that love?

Thinking about it now, probably not.

…Or maybe not.

Honestly, she didn’t know.

‘…Engaged?’

She couldn’t eat for days upon hearing the news of her engagement,

and the shock she felt upon learning that the fiancée was her close sister,

was immense.

She even ran away from home because of it.

Though ‘running away’ might be an exaggeration.

She had left after reaching an agreement with her doting father,

or rather, after semi-threatening him into it.

What was she going there for?

It wasn’t just any family; it was an engagement with the great Namgung family.

She couldn’t have done anything just by meeting him, could she?

What was she thinking?

Thinking about it now, she was just a lunatic.

But the funny thing was,

‘…I’m screwed.’

Seeing his face again made her happy.

His real name wasn’t Gu Jieye,

and she knew his personality wasn’t entirely kind,

but she liked him because of his face.

She liked his blunt words,

and even his fierce gaze upon her.

Was that love?

Was this affection?

At that time, Tang Soyeol thought so.

But.

It wasn’t love.

That wasn’t love.

The difference between being infatuated and being in love was clear.

Tang Soyeol wouldn’t take long to realize the difference.

“Are you cold?”

“I told you, why are you wearing such thin clothes? Do you think you can conjure fire?”

Grumbling, he breathed warmth into her body.

“You can’t eat that. Why are you forcing yourself to eat… Ah, stop! I’m not drinking poisoned tea!”

His actions, subtly showing concern without her asking.

“You worked hard.”

His actions, going along with her stubbornness despite saying he disliked it.

The feelings that burrowed deep inside him were different.

It happened once at the Divine Dragon Pavilion.

What was it he said? That the Poison Phoenix was all name and no substance?

Around the time those rumors started spreading,

Tang Soyeol didn’t think much of it.

It was the truth, after all.

What was slightly strange was that,

unlike before, when her heart would have rotted with bitterness despite her smile,

she felt nothing at all now.

Perhaps she had become indifferent to what others said.

Or perhaps…

“Hey, what did you say?”

“W-what did you say, Hyungnim? If you hit me any harder, I’ll really die!”

“Let go. This bastard is talking nonsense.”

“What? No substance? You’ll get assassinated for saying that.”

“No, you’ll die by my hand first. That’s better.”

“H-Hyungnim!”

Was it because someone else was concerned about her?

Or perhaps,

she had become a little more at ease?

No.

She hadn’t fully relaxed yet.

The inferiority complex still plagued Tang Soyeol.

“The Sword Dancer is much stronger than the rumors suggested. She might be even greater than the Six Dragons and Three Phoenixes.”

“The successor of the Sword Master is a monster.”

“The Snow Phoenix has already expanded her influence across most of the Divine Dragon Pavilion.”

The women by his side were still extraordinary.

And she was still insignificant among them.

In a past conversation with Moyong Hi-ah, she had said to Tang Soyeol:

“What do you want to do?”

“Huh?”

Seeing Tang Soyeol look at her as if asking what she meant, Moyong Hi-ah sighed and said:

“I don’t know what you want to do by his side. You don’t seem to want to take anything from him, nor do you seem to want to delve deeper. What is it you want to do?”

“…That.”

What should she have said?

Even now, trying to recall it, Tang Soyeol had nothing specific to say.

As Moyong Hi-ah had said, she didn’t want to steal his position,

nor did she intend to share him. If anything,

she simply wanted to be by his side.

Ironically,

without the desire to steal or to get closer,

she just wanted him to notice her,

and to treat her preciously.

Ah, perhaps that was the greed.

“I’m going to take him.”

Moyong Hi-ah told Tang Soyeol.

At first, Tang Soyeol was taken aback,

but Moyong Hi-ah’s confident declaration was, in a way, cool.

Unlike herself, who was solely defined by her family,

seeing her build her own domain and covet him

made her seem somewhat admirable.

Perhaps spurred by that,

Tang Soyeol also decided to try and make an effort.

“Please.”

She asked her friend.

As she kept saying, she didn’t have much talent in martial arts.

At best, she was average.

However, when it came to poison, she was quite decent.

The practice of poison techniques was included in martial cultivation,

so it meant she had an advantage in that area.

Drinking tea brewed with poisoned tea leaves was a personal preference,

but separately,

her talent in that area was acknowledged by her family as well.

So, she decided to start with what she was good at.

Practicing poison techniques was simple.

One just had to constantly injure oneself.

By keeping poison within the body and repeating cycles of poisoning and detoxification,

one could make the poison and resistance interact.

This was a method only possible due to the Tang bloodline.

Among them, Tang Soyeol was particularly quick at detoxification.

That’s why the Tang Clan called it talent.

The only problem was that,

her detoxification was too fast, which slowed down her poison technique training.

Even if she practiced internal energy cultivation, it would eventually improve,

but the speed at which Tang Soyeol improved was uniquely slow.

So,

she decided to find a method.

If her detoxification was fast,

then she just needed to increase the speed at which poison took effect.

“This isn’t right, Soyeol-ah.”

Peng Ah-hee exclaimed upon hearing the method.

How could she use such a cruel method?

“It’s okay. The medicine is good, so it won’t even leave scars.”

“But…”

“Please.”

Peng Ah-hee kept refusing,

but Tang Soyeol’s earnest plea eventually convinced her to help.

The method was simple.

Inflict a wound, then introduce poison into it to poison oneself.

Poison entering a wound would take effect much faster,

making it a highly dangerous method.

Even for a member of the Tang Clan.

The Poison King would have been horrified if he heard about this,

but Tang Soyeol decided to try it.

And surprisingly, it was showing good results.

She felt her poison techniques increasing rapidly.

Peng Ah-hee would inflict wounds on Tang Soyeol’s body.

Although she could do it herself, it was better if someone else did it more delicately.

And since she had to expose her skin, she couldn’t ask a stranger.

“Good.”

The pain of poisoning was greater than she expected, but

her detoxification ability mitigated it to some extent,

and Peng Ah-hee was careful not to leave scars.

Tang Soyeol believed it would be better than before.

If so,

wouldn’t it be easier to stay by his side?

It was a truly laughable thought.

“…Idiot.”

Her numb forearm. Blood dripped.

She felt dizzy.

Beyond her blurry vision, she saw Namgung Bi-ah confronting the attacker.

She couldn’t even gauge how strong the opponent was.

With a single gesture,

Kuhng!

“Ugh…!”

She saw her sister, whom she could never catch up to,

desperately rolling on the floor.

“Haa…”

“Soyeol-ah…!”

It’s dangerous. If she continues like this,

her sister would die.

In her fading consciousness,

the face of that person surfaced.

If her sister died,

she would be sad, but

that person would be sadder than her.

The thought made her breath quicken.

Shhhk-

The sound of a sword cutting through the air reached her ears.

Namgung Bi-ah, who had been thrown to the ground,

was likely getting up to swing her sword again.

She wished she wouldn’t.

‘Why is my sister risking her life for someone like me?’

Tang Soyeol couldn’t understand.

Standing by the side of the person she loved,

with the same feelings as her sister,

didn’t her sister resent her?

She had resented her inwardly.

‘Why did you get engaged too?’

‘Why are you seducing his heart?’

She had resented her greatly.

Even now, if you asked if she resented her, it would be a lie.

Still,

her sister shouldn’t have to die in a place like this.

“Move.”

What was love, she had wondered?

She didn’t know back then,

but now she knew.

“Move.”

It wasn’t the excitement of seeing his face,

but a feeling that made her insides churn just hearing his name.

His gestures swayed her heart,

and his voice stirred her emotions.

She was swayed by his trivial words,

and lingered by his side because she wanted to see him.

“Move.”

Those whom that person cherished

should never get hurt.

Because seeing him sad was the saddest thing for Tang Soyeol,

she wanted to protect them too.

“I’m such an idiot.”

If Moyong Hi-ah heard this,

she would probably laugh.

No, she definitely would have laughed.

“To protect those he cherishes, for fear of him being sad?”

What a ridiculous thing to say.

But this was Tang Soyeol’s love.

Pook-

“Soyeol-ah!”

The blade pierced Tang Soyeol’s thigh, and blood splattered.

She had stabbed herself.

At the horrifying sound,

the combatants paused.

Especially the middle-aged man, who froze.

His target was her.

Tang Soyeol seemed to vaguely understand.

That the man’s target was her.

That’s why Tang Soyeol could act.

“Don’t move.”

Despite her fading consciousness, her words were clear.

“…If you lay even a finger on my sister from there,”

“I’ll stab myself in the throat and die.”

The tip of the cold dagger touched her throat.

Seeing that, the opponent spoke.

“A ridiculous act. Threatening me with your own life, of all things. It’s nothing but a clown’s performance.”

“Do you really think that will work on me?”

“It worked, which is why you’ve stopped now, isn’t it?”

Amidst the dripping blood,

she felt like she would faint any moment,

but Tang Soyeol endured it.

“Your target is me, right?”

“So I’ll surrender quietly. Please let my sister and my friend go.”

“What a bold girl,”

the Black Night Palace Lord said, Tang Soyeol’s lips curling upwards.

She couldn’t show a cowering expression.

“Do you think I can’t do it? I’ll die faster than you arrive.”

“Shall we make a bet?”

Kkkk-

The tip of the dagger, imbued with the bet, dug slightly into Tang Soyeol’s neck.

Blood trickled down.

Tang Soyeol’s eyes were sincere.

She could die right here.

All she thought about at this moment was,

‘Will that person be sad even if I die?’

“Tsk.”

Seeing that, the Black Night Palace Lord hesitated for a moment before sighing and retracting his energy.

“The descendant of the Sword King has a long life.”

“Haa… cough…”

“Be grateful to the girl from the Tang Clan.”

“That pathetic threat worked on me.”

The Black Night Palace Lord nudged Namgung Bi-ah with his foot.

“I wanted to kill you too, for causing trouble later on, but the situation doesn’t allow it.”

He said this with evident regret,

and was about to pass Namgung Bi-ah.

But then,

Kwak-

Namgung Bi-ah, as if unable to let him pass, grabbed the Black Night Palace Lord’s ankle with her pale hand.

“Can’t… go…”

“What a foolish girl.”

Despite suffering so much, did she still have this much strength?

Hooook-

The Black Night Palace Lord let out a short sigh,

pushed Namgung Bi-ah away with his energy, and sent her flying.

Kuhng-

“Sister!”

“I didn’t kill her. She just annoyed me, so I sent her far away. Let this slide.”

He muttered this as he approached quickly.

Peng Ah-hee drew her saber, preparing to intercept.

Her hands were still trembling, her posture unsteady,

but she still projected an imposing aura.

“D-don’t come any closer.”

“It seems the audacity of later-generation disciples has grown recently. Drawing your sword against someone you can’t reach isn’t courage, girl from the Peng family.”

Peng Ah-hee trembled, looking at the man’s seemingly solitary purple eyes.

Seeing this, Tang Soyeol grabbed Peng Ah-hee’s wrist with her trembling hand and pulled it down.

“Don’t.”

“Soyeol-ah…”

Even with Tang Soyeol’s weak touch,

Peng Ah-hee’s saber was easily lowered.

She was already consumed by fear.

The Black Night Palace Lord let out a snort,

waved his hand, drawing out his energy.

It was to capture Tang Soyeol.

Seeing the black energy, Tang Soyeol closed her eyes.

Just then.

Tak tak tak-

Someone suddenly burst out from behind the Black Night Palace Lord and launched a surprise attack.

Surprisingly, the culprit was Cheol Ji-seon.

“Uaaaah!”

He lunged forward with his sword held straight, looking somewhat unhinged.

The problem was, the Black Night Palace Lord wasn’t someone who would fall for such a crude surprise attack.

He probably knew that from the start.

Hwi-i-i-i-

Kwahng!

“Kueo-eok…!”

As expected, his energy shot out, striking Cheol Ji-seon and sending him flying past the bushes.

This time too, he didn’t seem to kill him.

However, as if threatening that any further interference would result in an explosion,

the Black Night Palace Lord’s face contorted like a demon’s.

“There shouldn’t be any more obstacles now…”

If any more problems arose, he would kill everyone, regardless of whether they were the Poison Phoenix or not.

He had to forcibly suppress the murderous intent.

To think that mere later-generation disciples would bother him this much.

What should have been a simple task had taken too much time.

If he wasted more time here, problems might arise.

Thinking this, the Black Night Palace Lord reached out his hand.

“Now, let’s go…”

“Well endured.”

“…!”

A voice from behind made the Black Night Palace Lord feel goosebumps on his arm.

Where did that voice come from?

Tuk.

He couldn’t even pinpoint the source of the sound.

He felt something touch his waist.

‘Damn it…!’

The Black Night Palace Lord hastily gathered his energy and attacked.

Simultaneously, he quickly turned around to identify the opponent.

He could vaguely see who it was.

“How tasteless.”

A young man with black hair and black eyes.

He looked no older than his early twenties.

“How can such a nobody be wandering around when I’m alive and breathing?”

Is he a later-generation disciple?

How did a later-generation disciple manage to deceive my senses and get this far?

His nonsensical words didn’t register.

He poured all his strength into the blade-shaped energy he created.

The tip of the blade was about to touch the young man.

“I won’t ask your name. I’m not that curious.”

Fist of the Heavenly Breaking Tooth (鬪牙破天武).

“…!”

The Palace Lord realized something was wrong.

“Lee-shik.”

The moment the fist touched his body, a storm erupted.

Fist of the Heavenly Crushing Will (鬪批意天拳).

Hoo-ooh-ooh-

A great tremor echoed across Mount Tai.