CLS-Chapter 467

Chapter 467:

Giving up isn’t that difficult. But in this world, there are people who can’t properly accomplish even that simple task. Cheok Su-gwang was exactly that kind of person.

If he had given up even once, he wouldn’t be standing in this place right now. He would have become a handful of dirt in some blood-soaked wasteland long ago.

But Cheok Su-gwang couldn’t give up. His personality, his will rejected it.

It was the same now.

He had already felt how strong Wei Yan-ho was. It wasn’t a difference that could be covered with quick thinking. It would be laughable to look at that young appearance, but Wei Yan-ho was not someone he could dare to face.

An absolute master.

An absolute master who transcended the difference called experience stood before his eyes.

All he could do was swing his sword uselessly against that absolute master and be defeated.

But…

So what of it?

Would he not fight because it was obvious he would lose if he fought?

Would he wait for a moment of victory that might never come?

‘Bullshit.’

One who swings a sword has a probability of victory. Even if it’s so minuscule that it would be difficult to achieve even once if repeated for a thousand years, the possibility clearly exists.

But for one who doesn’t swing a sword, not even that possibility exists.

Cheok Su-gwang didn’t make promises about the future.

He had already thrown into the trash can any thoughts of gaining something from this current match. This was a contest. A fight where he threw his entire body with all his might to bring down his opponent.

“Huuu…”

Wei Yan-ho slightly moved his sword.

‘Pathetic.’

He didn’t change his expression. Showing his disappointed face to Cheok Su-gwang right now would be the height of rudeness. No matter how discourteous Wei Yan-ho might be, he wasn’t so much as to ignore an opponent who was giving his all in a match.

Even so, disappointment flickered across his face from time to time. That’s how great the disappointment Wei Yan-ho was feeling right now.

‘It doesn’t connect.’

The flow of energy and energy wasn’t natural.

Swords with different types of flows should connect naturally as if they had been one from the beginning, but each one was being cut off as if severed.

Cheok Su-gwang seemed shocked by just that, but that was possible because his opponent was Cheok Su-gwang.

What if the one standing before him now wasn’t Cheok Su-gwang but the Demon Lord of Mad Souls?

Would that Demon Lord of Mad Souls miss that fleeting moment when Wei Yan-ho’s sword changed?

‘That’s impossible.’

Wei Yan-ho wore a bitter smile.

A skilled Six Harmony Sword was better than an unskilled Supreme Wisdom Sword. A superior sword technique that couldn’t be properly handled could be worse than an ordinary thrust.

In that sense, the sword Wei Yan-ho was using now was utterly chaotic. It was terrible enough to be described as horrific.

What if his Master had seen this sword?

‘He wouldn’t even have gotten angry.’

He would have just stared at him blankly with a face like the sky had fallen.

The phantom of his Master appeared before Wei Yan-ho’s eyes. His Master had the expression of ‘The disciple I struggled to raise is like that?’

Anger rose within him.

‘It’s not that bad.’

It was just that he wasn’t familiar with it because he was using it for the first time. The more he repeated and repeated, the awkwardness would disappear and it would become natural.

And the perfect opponent for that repetition was glaring at him.

“Huuuu.”

Wei Yan-ho took another deep breath.

He had worried.

He worried and worried again.

Because with his current power, he couldn’t save his brother who had been dragged away by the Demonic Cult.

Everything his Master said was right. But there was one thing his Master couldn’t predict. Even after three hundred years had passed, his Master was still the best. But the martial world, though it might not have reached his Master’s level, had achieved its own kind of development.

His Master’s prediction that there would be few who could face Wei Yan-ho if he entered the martial world in that state was completely wrong.

The Demonic Cult was several times stronger than he had thought, and not just the Demonic Cult—strong people overflowed in the world. Wei Yan-ho was strong, but not strong enough to accomplish his own will.

The martial world, no matter how much it sought righteousness and chivalry, was ultimately a place where nothing could be done without power.

So he had to become stronger.

A method to become stronger. After worrying and worrying repeatedly, Wei Yan-ho reached a very reasonable and ordinary conclusion.

What was there to worry about?

Everything was within him.

How ridiculous it was for one who had carved the teachings of Sword Emperor Baek Mu-han into his body to seek methods of becoming stronger from the outside.

Dismantle.

Reconsider.

Then establish.

The things his Master had left him.

He had already learned everything, but due to his low level and lack of experience, he hadn’t understood them. He reconsidered them one by one. The conclusion he reached after that was this.

Ten Thousand Swords.

His Master had told him to forget everything.

His Master’s teachings, even the Radiant Sword Style.

He told him to just let all of his Master’s things flow away and find his own path. What his Master created wasn’t a swordsman armed with his sword theory, but the possibility of finding a new path and surpassing him.

Wei Yan-ho was exactly that possibility.

But Wei Yan-ho denied that fact.

Where should he go?

When Mount Tai was right before his eyes.

When he could see with his own two eyes the mountain peak that rose high enough to pierce the heavens, what should he build up from now to surpass that mountain?

The path Wei Yan-ho chose was the path his Master had walked.

It might be different from his Master’s teachings, but that wasn’t a wrong path either. The path his Master had walked was also one path, and walking that path was also Wei Yan-ho’s choice.

Leaving aside the fastest and most certain way to become stronger to find another path?

‘If the Demonic Cult hadn’t existed, that might have been possible.’

But not now.

Now he had to become stronger quickly by any means necessary. That’s why the path Wei Yan-ho chose was following his Master.

Martial God.

He would manifest the strongest person he knew in his body. He would implement with his body the Radiant Sword Style that his Master hadn’t taught him. His Master said no, but Wei Yan-ho could tell.

All of his Master’s martial learning originated from the Ten Thousand Swords Hundred Schools. No matter how much he discarded and discarded, the teachings of Ten Thousand Swords Hundred Schools couldn’t have disappeared from him.

Then Wei Yan-ho would also start from Ten Thousand Swords Hundred Schools.

Ten Thousand Swords. The sword that contained all things in the world.

Wei Yan-ho was starting from this place right now.

“Huuuu.”

Wei Yan-ho took another deep breath. This was a ritual to compose himself.

“I don’t know if it’s right, but…”

Wei Yan-ho’s tense face suddenly relaxed and mischief returned to his expression.

What did he care?

Ten Thousand Swords or whatever—he’d have to see it to know what it was like. He had named it Ten Thousand Swords for convenience, but he wasn’t certain this was the Ten Thousand Swords of Ten Thousand Swords Hundred Schools.

‘It’s probably different.’

Ten Thousand Swords gathered the essence of all swords in the world, but it probably didn’t have one form. In another sense, it might be called Ten Thousand Swords because it had ten thousand forms.

It didn’t matter.

It was just the beginning, but Wei Yan-ho had grasped the edge of Ten Thousand Swords.

Right now, all he could do was connect and flow numerous sword principles, but the deeper his sword became, the more these severed swords would become one.

Then the phantom sword he had seen at Dream Lotus Palace might be reproduced in his hands. If only he could accomplish that?

The word ‘invincible’ wouldn’t be out of place.

‘Except for Master.’

Still, he probably couldn’t beat Master.

Wei Yan-ho smacked his lips.

The more he learned and learned, the more he practiced and practiced, the higher Master became. When he grew this much, Master rose even higher. Master was exactly the person who fit the saying ‘you see as much as you know.’

To have ignored and mistreated such a person… Of course, he got beaten for it.

“So there’s no reason to be afraid.”

Wei Yan-ho looked at Cheok Su-gwang with sunken eyes.

Cheok Su-gwang was strong. And his obsession and will regarding matches were worthy of respect. An ordinary person would have been disgusted and frightened by the venom he possessed.

But while Wei Yan-ho could respect him, he couldn’t be frightened.

Could someone who learned while being beaten by a dragon be afraid because a loach had sharp teeth?

Cheok Su-gwang had met the wrong opponent.

If they had the same level of martial arts, it would have been easier for Tang Cheon-gun or Gwon Geuk to face him. Wei Yan-ho was fundamentally someone who had left his courage in a cave.

“You’d better be careful.”

Wei Yan-ho shook the tip of his sword.

“From now on, it’s something I’ve never tried before, so I might not be able to control it properly. Even if you die, don’t hold a grudge.”

“Keuk-keuk-keuk-keuk.”

Cheok Su-gwang laughed as if delighted.

“You don’t need to worry about that. If I die to your sword, the vengeful spirits wandering the nine heavens who died to me will throw a festival. Resentment? The moment you take up a sword and kill people, you must also accept dying yourself. That’s what it means to be a martial artist.”

“Wise words.”

Wei Yan-ho slowly lowered his sword.

Well, the basics were done.

Then from now on…

“But I’m really not just saying this… it’ll be a bit dangerous. Be careful.”

Wei Yan-ho’s energy began to boil.

At the same time, Wei Yan-ho’s sword emitted pure white flashes. Like a dam bursting, brilliant light poured out endlessly.

“Heo… heo-heo.”

Cheok Su-gwang burst into laughter.

So what he had shown so far wasn’t everything?

What more was he planning to show?

“Whatever it is, it’s fine.”

Cheok Su-gwang gripped his sword tightly.

Whatever his opponent showed, he had no intention of just standing there in admiration. He wasn’t here to spectate—he was in the middle of a match.

Destroy everything. Bring down everything.

That was Cheok Su-gwang’s will.

And at that moment, Wei Yan-ho began to move.

“Heup!”

Light.

Like sunlight pouring in the moment you pull away the cloth covering a window, the pure white light bursting from Wei Yan-ho’s sword was already slicing toward his neck.

Thoughts don’t connect. Before his mind could even think, his body moved first.

The choice Cheok Su-gwang’s body made was simple.

Lazy Dragon Rolling Down.

Like a lazy mule rolling on the ground, Cheok Su-gwang’s body rolled across the floor. He couldn’t counter with any sword technique he possessed. Then he had to dodge.

There was no time or need to worry about dignity or anything else. The moment Cheok Su-gwang, who had rolled across the ground, raised his head!

Kwaaaaaaaang!

It poured down.

Each one was sword energy.

Each one was a sword river.

Sword lights filled with energy and incomparably sharp covered Cheok Su-gwang’s entire body.

It wasn’t some weak technique.

Those sword lights pouring down like a waterfall were all masses of energy.

He retreated.

Unable even to stand up, Cheok Su-gwang used his arms and legs to kick and grab the ground, retreating backward again and again.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

The moment the pouring light rays touched the ground, everything shattered. The floor made of solid blue steel stone writhed like mud. Then it surged up and was destroyed.

It was a scene like the world collapsing.

That wasn’t the end.

Piercing through the blinding light rays, Wei Yan-ho launched his body into the air.

With his entire body wrapped in light, Wei Yan-ho swinging his sword looked like a heavenly god.

Cheok Su-gwang couldn’t even think of resistance and stared with his mouth agape.

Here was light, and swords, and an invincible swordsman wielding swords of light.