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    “Ugh!”

    The proud disciple of the Moryong family, and his own younger brother, rushed at the guy.

    “Hmm.”

    Then the guy nodded his head slightly.

    The sword passed over where the head had originally been.

    Even though his full-force attack missed, his younger brother did not rest.

    He turned his waist sharply and swung his sword diagonally.

    This time the guy didn’t move much either.

    This time, I slightly twisted my body to avoid the sword.

    Even just looking at the way they avoided each other’s attacks, the difference in level was clearly felt.

    “What…”

    His brother didn’t seem to notice, but he could see it.

    “Moved in advance…”

    As if he had foreseen the attack, the moment his younger brother started attacking, he turned his head and body one step ahead.

    No matter how skilled you are, it is impossible to avoid an attack in advance.

    However, the impossible was unfolding before his eyes.

    “You come out.”

    From up ahead, a low voice disturbed my ears.

    He was just lost in thought for a moment, and his younger brother was lying on the floor.

    “Ha.”

    I burst out laughing.

    I could understand losing to Mo Yong-yeon.

    Even when he was in the Murong clan, Murong Yeon was a monster who could easily subdue priests who were four years older than him at a young age.

    However, who would have thought that her two younger brothers would be defeated by her disciple without even putting up a single fight?

    “Okay. I’ll deal with it myself.”

    Bam.

    He gritted his teeth and pulled out his sword.

    Sling.

    A murderous sound of a sword was heard.

    “Don’t blame me.”

    I caught my breath and ran towards the guys, kicking the ground.

    The distance between them suddenly shortened, and their swords clashed.

    visor!

    “Sigh!”

    I tried to fight by pushing my sword, but it felt like I was fighting against a wall.

    Kikkik!

    I tried to push with all my energy, but I ended up getting pushed back.

    I had no choice but to step back.

    ‘Are you Mo Yong-yeon’s disciple…?’

    I glanced down at my reddened palms.

    My palms started to feel numb.

    That monstrous power was similar to that of Mo Yong-yeon.

    ‘It turned out well.’

    Even after Murong Yan left, he was always compared to Murong Yan.

    Every time, the elders and seniors of the family would say similar things.

    ‘…If Yeon-i was there…’

    Every time I heard that, I would bite my lower lip hard and think.

    He said that he would surpass Murong Yan one day, and then he would make sure that no one would dare mention the name Murong Yan in front of him again.

    Is it because I trained with that kind of mindset?

    His swordsmanship began to take the form of dealing with Murong Yan.

    “…Let’s see if it works on you.”

    “Ugh…”

    “Are you serious?!”

    As he swung his sword and slowly infused his internal energy into it, sighs and accusations came from the mouths of the onlookers.

    It was an expected uproar.

    However, the guy in front of him was not an easy opponent who could be defeated without using his sword.

    I forgot about the onlookers’ criticism and the subsequent fight at the top run by the Sacheondang family.

    Right now, I’m focusing all my attention on the guy in front of me.

    “Hoo…”

    The core of Mo Yong-se’s swordsmanship was swinging the sword according to the opponent.

    ‘I’m lacking in strength and speed. What about the illusion sword?’

    Their eyes exchange glances.

    Still, the guy was just waiting for himself, obediently, in his place.

    As if to say, if you want to try it, go ahead and try it.

    Still, he didn’t seem cocky anymore.

    Well-founded arrogance only appeared as confidence.

    “Whew!”

    I took a deep breath and threw myself at him.

    The distance narrowed in an instant, and his footprints were deeply engraved in the yard.

    The sword I swung split into two as it advanced towards the guy.

    The guy didn’t distinguish between illusion and reality, and he kicked them both out.

    Even though the attack was immediately blocked, he raised the corners of his mouth.

    ‘Okay!’

    I could tell from the movement just now.

    The guy was completely unprepared for the sword.

    If it were Mo Yong-yeon, he would have been able to detect the illusion and counter only the real attacks, but it seemed like the guy in front of him hadn’t reached that level.

    This time, I slowly pressured the guy while increasing the number of illusions.

    Chaeng-! Kang!

    Swords clashed, and sparks flew out.

    Still, the opponent was blocking all the illusions without thinking and even the real attack.

    The speed and composure were absurd.

    Evenㅡ

    “Ugh…”

    Dark red blood was flowing from his shoulder blade.

    In the midst of fending off so many attacks, he aimed for his own shoulder.

    ‘You can’t waste time.’

    An ambiguous attack would only allow for a counterattack.

    Ignoring the pain in my shoulder, I gripped my sword tightly and charged again.

    A move of conversion.

    Although he couldn’t reach the level of the Volcano Sect, he was confident in his sword skills.

    Countless sword strikes rained down on him.

    Like a heavy rain.

    “…Smile…?”

    Shh.

    I felt a chill down my spine when I saw the corners of his mouth go up.

    The bastard wrapped his sword in a black energy.

    There was a rough, roaring sound from the sword, and at the same time the sword was swung.

    The sword energy that spread out at the same time while blocking all sword strikes scorched the surrounding area.

    The dirt in the yard split from the sword strike, and the sword that struck it was completely sharpened by the rough sword blade.

    The guy’s sword energy and small pieces of the broken sword flew in, creating pale scars on the skin.

    He had a blank expression on his face as he watched his all-out attack being easily destroyed.

    “Uh uh…”

    “That easy…”

    “Hey, the black air flew right up to my nose…!”

    “This is my first time seeing such swordsmanship…”

    The onlookers were now certain of the outcome of the match.

    And, he had no choice but to admit it.

    “…I lost…”

    “Yes, I know.”

    ***

    [Win against the best]

    [The level of the Sword of Death increases.]

    [The Sword of Death has reached LV.3.

    “Are you done?”

    “Yes.”

    As soon as he heard the declaration of defeat from his great disciple, Mo Yong-yeon, who had been watching, walked out.

    Then he tilted his head as he looked at the guy sitting on the floor.

    “It’s not over yet.”

    “Yes?”

    Then, Mo Yong-yeon kicked the guy hard in the stomach.

    puck!

    “Ugh…”

    I was kicked so hard that I passed out, holding my stomach, with a gasp.

    A drone of that size would be knocked unconscious after being hit in the stomach.

    It was something that would have been impossible with just a little shock.

    I said it all because it hurt just to look at it.

    It was a kick full of emotion.

    “My brother…”

    “I was treated well.”

    Mo Yong-yeon answered as if to tell me not to worry, then came closer to me and patted my back.

    “Thank you for your hard work.”

    “No, not to this extent.”

    At first, it was a battle that started out of necessity because Master Mo Yong-yeon wanted to get things done.

    I also learned quite a few things from this battle.

    Unlike the weapon technique, I had acquired proper swordsmanship as a skill, so handling the sword felt different than before.

    Every time he swung his sword, it became faster and faster, and the slight fear of swords that he had felt naturally whenever he held a weapon like a sword had now completely disappeared.

    Although it was only a small sword, it felt like my body.

    “And… thank you.”

    A word of gratitude flowed from Mo Yong-yeon’s mouth.

    When I turned my head to look down at that weak voice, I saw Mo Yong-yeon, whose ears were slightly red, perhaps because she was embarrassed.

    A master with a weak voice.

    It was a pretty rare moment.

    “Answer.”

    “Oh, yes, that’s okay.”

    “Leave your brother to the doctor, and let’s go.”

    That embarrassing appearance also disappeared for a moment and soon returned to its original appearance.

    But it felt like it to me.

    That our relationship has become much closer than before.

    We bought various types of alcohol from the market or inns and brought them to our lodgings.

    It would be nice if we could just have a drink and relax after all the things that happened today, but he said that this is also part of training.

    “Yes.”

    “…What did you ride?”

    Mo Yong-yeon poured some liquid and alcohol into my glass, stirred it with his little finger, and handed it to me.

    When I pointed to the glass with a suspicious expression, Mo Yong-yeon snickered and said.

    “Poison.”

    “…I don’t want to eat it…”

    “Why, you don’t like it when my finger goes in there?”

    I shook my head and chuckled.

    Of course, that wasn’t a problem at all.

    The poison is the problem.

    You have to drink it without even knowing what poison was put in it.

    It would have been impossible without Mo Yong-yeon’s trust.

    “Most poisons are worse when mixed with alcohol.”

    So he recommended it to me, saying it would help me train better.

    That was completely useless.

    I closed my eyes tightly and took a deep breath, thinking that I would get Hill’s help if necessary.

    ‘More than I thought…’

    An unexpected floral scent came in between the strong taste of alcohol.

    It was different from what I thought, that poison would be bitter and painful.

    Could this be poison from a flower or a poisonous plant?

    “Some experts even eat poison for the taste.”

    As he said that, Mo Yong-yeon also put poison in his drink and drank it in one gulp.

    And then I spread the beef jerky I had bought with the alcohol on the table.

    I was wrong.

    I thought we were training even on days like this.

    Maybe it’s just a drinking party under the guise of training.

    We weren’t drunk, but we were really enjoying the atmosphere.

    We started to share the questions we had been curious about candidly, the kind you would ask at a drinking party.

    “Family.”

    “Not now.”

    “Yeah…”

    “It seems like the teacher likes you a lot.”

    “…I don’t like it.”

    “Is that all you’re saying?”

    “What?”

    When I asked shamelessly, Mo Yong-yeon laughed as if he found it ridiculous.

    “Yes, just like our disciples.”

    I also laughed at the bright smile of Mo Yong-yeon that I had never seen before.

    As we asked each other questions like that, the drinking party became longer.

    So much so that the alcohol and poison prepared were running out.

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