Chapter 121

• The Milky Way Flow, the Creation Sword

The Milky Way Flow, the Creation Sword

Now, Moyong Hwi also could not dare to be careless in the face of Cheong-heun's energy, which was drawing out an unknown power.
Moyong Hwi's posture was unique.

A dazzling hard energy was shimmering from the sword body, which was extended parallel to the ground, and it was gathering as if being sucked in at the point where the sword tip and the sword seal finger met. He was using the collapsing seal with his sword seal finger to concentrate the sword aura that was being emitted from the sword body into one point.

He now had to put all his effort into raising the collapsing seal and the meteor hard energy to the extreme and then concentrating them into one point. If he made a mistake, he could crumble all the energy he had raised like a sandcastle in an instant.

The Milky Way Flow, the Creation Sword!

The core and essence of this martial art was to create a momentary, enormous destructive power when different energies were concentrated in one place and exploded. Like the primordial universe, the energy that had been gathered and gathered endlessly and had been compressed to the limit would burst out at once.

The reason why Moyong Hwi was now emitting completely different energies from his left and right was to concentrate and compress the energy into one point. He was concentrating the sword aura that was rising along the sword into one point using the collapsing seal (pressing force) of his sword seal finger. If an energy like the great sea were gathered into a point smaller than a speck of dust, how much power would be exerted when it was released?

This sword technique was a martial art that the Sword Saint, Moyong Jeong-cheon, had obtained enlightenment from seeing the martial arts of the Supreme Polarity Divine Lord, the Martial God, Hyeok Wol-rin, during the bloody days of the Heavenly Calamity Blood Age, and had researched and developed it to completion in his later years. It was a secret meaning that Moyong Jeong-cheon, who had obtained enlightenment, had refined and carved out the Milky Way Meteor Sword Method in his later years.

But to generate opposite energies simultaneously in a human body was a difficult task. The process was impossible no matter what. But after seeing the Supreme Polarity Divine Lord, who had emitted the energies of the flame spirit and the ice soul from one body, he had discovered the possibility.

In fact, this sword technique was a martial art that was close to a theory. Once it was made, the theory was perfect, but the human body could not accept this theory. One could guess the lamentation of the Sword Saint, Moyong Jeong-cheon, at that time without seeing it.

The secret and essence of this sword technique was to clash two different forces, concentrate them in one place beyond the limit, and explode them in an instant to draw out an enormous power. To do so, a being who could draw out two opposing energies from one body was needed, but there was no one like that.

At first, even the Sword Saint had thought he had to give up. A martial art that could not be learned unless one had a special constitution was of little use to a martial family. Besides, it was not something he could use properly either. But there was one person among his direct descendants who could learn it, and that was Moyong Hwi. Only Moyong Hwi could emit two opposing forces simultaneously. Naturally, the Milky Way Flow, the Creation Sword, was passed down to Moyong Hwi.

Therefore, it could be said that the Sword Saint's love for Moyong Hwi had also started from here. But Moyong Jeong-cheon, who was convinced that this was not suitable for him, had to contemplate again to create a new sword technique.

Now, the final ultimate technique of the Sword Saint and the ultimate technique of the Wudang Sect were about to be shown to the people of the Jianghu for the first time. The momentum before the activation was unusual, but everyone fell into this frightening but beautiful world of sword studies, without even thinking of stopping them.

Bi Ryu-yeon's eyes, who had been calmly tearing at his beef jerky, flashed.

"Wow! That's going to be really dangerous! That's the real deal!"

Bi Ryu-yeon, who was still tearing at his beef jerky, let out a cry of admiration. His mouth, which had let out the cry of admiration, was still busy with the work of cutting and disassembling the beef jerky.

"Everyone, cover your ears and raise your true qi to protect your heart meridians!"

Yeomdo commanded his disciples in a loud voice. As Yeomdo's command was given, everyone quickly raised their true qi to protect their heart meridians. How strong were the energies that they had to protect their heart meridians with true qi in advance?

At that moment... Finally, two great streams of energy clashed in one place.

The Supreme Polarity that had been created from the three swords rotating in front of Cheong-heun's body merged into one, and an formless hard energy became a sword and flew like a ray of light. It looked like a being with a will. Cheong-heun's fourth sword was a kind of sword control with ki, and unlike other sword controls with ki, it was a frightening technique that sent out an formless energy formed by a sword aura.

It was a technique that was worthy of being called controlling a sword aura with ki, not controlling a sword with ki. The power of the formless sword aura formed by the union of yin and yang was powerful without a doubt, but it consumed a huge amount of internal energy to execute it once, and since it was not yet perfectly complete, it was very difficult to handle.

Moyong Hwi, in the face of the unknown energy that was attacking him as if it had a will, activated his sword ki with all his might. The concentrated energy that had been formed in front of Moyong Hwi's body also exploded at the same time, scattering a terrifying energy. It was a terrifying majesty that seemed to break the sky.

Cheong-heun received a shock as if darkness were attacking him in front of his eyes. The sensation of his own existence being swallowed up by the pitch-black night sky! It was a strange feeling that he had experienced for the first time in his life. Moyong Hwi was also in the illusion that a thunderbolt was piercing him like a swift wind divine thunder.

Kwarreureureung! Ureureureu...

A roar of heaven and earth collapsing, which seemed to swallow up the heavens and the earth, erupted with a dazzling mass of light. It was a fierce momentum that seemed to vibrate the atmosphere and tear the sky.

With a roar as if the sky and the earth were exploding, a fierce wind mercilessly beat the whole bodies of the people. For a moment, the audience thought their eardrums were falling off. In order to prevent their internal organs from being shaken by the aftermath of this enormous shock, all the spectators had to operate their internal energy. It was an explosion that was like their eardrums were falling off. It was a clash that was hard to believe had come from the clash of a sword and a sword. A few first-year students with low learning even vomited blood.

Kuluck!

Cheong-heun, who had switched places with each other, first vomited a bowl of blood. His complexion was as pale as could be. It was a clash that had been fought by squeezing out all his true qi to the last drop. It would be abnormal if he were fine.

The duel stage was also in a state of being blown to pieces by the clash of the great power.

"I..., the name is... Kuluck!"

Cheong-heun asked with his mouth, from which blood was seeping out. He was barely holding back the coughing of blood that was about to burst out. He had not expected to be in such a difficult situation.

"The Milky Way Flow..., the final secret meaning of the Creation Sword... The Beginning of the Milky Way Stars, the Vastness of the Universe! Kuluck... Your sword, senior? Kuluck! Keok!"

It was the same for Moyong Hwi, whose breathing was severe and whose complexion was as pale as a corpse. It was to the point where it required enormous patience to utter each word. A pool of blood had gathered in front of his eyes. It had all come from his mouth, and it had been swirling and circulating inside his body until just a moment ago. The fact that he could speak with such a body was itself an amazing will.

"The true meaning of the Three Sentiments Supreme Polarity Sword Wisdom's Limitless Sword..., Union!"

Cheong-heun barely swallowed the overflowing blood and finished his words.

A thin, but satisfied smile formed on the faces of the two. It was hard to believe that they were people who had suffered severe internal injuries. The praise that was uttered by mouth was already meaningless to the two. The spiritual communion they had shared while clashing swords and feeling with their bodies was enough.

After exchanging the names of their final ultimate forms, the bodies of the two simultaneously fell forward with a final smile. There was no strength left in either of them to endure any longer due to the massive internal injuries.

"A draw!"

The judge declared in a loud voice. At the judge's gesture, the chief physician of the medical exhibition, the Heavenly Hand Divine Doctor, Heo Ju-un, who was on standby, jumped up and began to perform emergency treatment with his skillful hands. His hand movements went through the bodies of the two like a flash of lightning, without a single error. Because if he made a mistake, the internal injury could seep inside and damage the bone marrow. Once again, as Heo Ju-un signaled, the emergency personnel jumped onto the duel stage and carried away Cheong-heun and Moyong Hwi, who had finished their emergency treatment, on stretchers.

The hall became noisy and chaotic. A draw in the Sword Saint Exhibition... Following the Saber Saint Exhibition and the Sword Empress Exhibition, even the Sword Saint Exhibition had ended in a draw. It was something that had not happened in decades.

Amidst the chaotic people, Baek Mu-yeong's pale face came into view. No matter how calm he was, it seemed that he was no different in front of the injury of his close friend. His two eyes were full of worry, which was unlike his usual self. It was a battle that had brought an unexpected result to everyone.

It was at the very moment when Moyong Hwi's sword and Cheong-heun's sword had clashed that Yeomdo had discovered it. Even in the roar that seemed to swallow up the heavens and the earth, Yeomdo's eyes had not missed it.

"Huk!"

Yeomdo's eyes, who had been enduring the shockwave of the clash of the sword and the sword at the maximum level by raising his true qi, widened. Even in the mess created by the clash of the great ki, he had seen it. The sight of Moyong Hwi's left and right hands emitting different energies!

That was not an ability that just anyone could show. He himself had only met one person in his life who could show such an ability. It might be a one in a thousand, one in ten thousand chance that he was the talent he had been looking for so much.

'Find the talent of the Supreme Polarity who will surely harmonize yin and yang!'

The last words of his master, which he had tried to forget and had given up on for 20 years, suddenly came to his mind. He suddenly felt a lump in his throat. This thought had made Yeomdo stir. But he soon shook his head.

"What's the use of thinking about that now? It's all a futile act..."

Besides, the opponent was a blood relative of the Sword Saint and was even publicly recognized as his successor.

"It's not certain yet... and besides..."

Even if that were true, there was nothing he could do.

'Did that Ice Sword punk also see that? If he did, what is that punk thinking now?'

Rather, that was what Yeomdo was more curious about.

"Tsk, tsk! How ignorant! To really clash just because they're excited... They're just getting exhausted on their own! It's a wonder they're not dead, a wonder! Ujeok, ujeok!"

Yeomdo, who had been paying attention to something else, came to his senses at the voice he heard from the side and turned to look at Bi Ryu-yeon. It was just amazing to see Bi Ryu-yeon's mouth, which was not letting go of the beef jerky even in the midst of this chaos and was rather continuing the vigorous work of cutting and disassembling it. Thus, the final of the Cheonmu Academy's Sword Saint Exhibition had ended in a draw, leaving behind a legend.

"As expected, my prediction was right! Uhahaha...! From now on, call me a genius!"

Geum Yeong-ho burst into laughter and praised himself on the duel stage, where the chaos had barely been brought under control and the passion was subsiding. Namgung Sang also did not add any comments to his words.

"That's right, you were right. Now, all that's left is for the great senior brother to win the Three Sages Grand Battle. His opponent is the Swift Wind Sword Dragon, Wi Ji-cheon...! He's not an easy opponent!"

Geum Yeong-ho stopped his laughter and cautiously nodded his head. The Swift Wind Sword Dragon, Wi Ji-cheon, was also a variable that could not be taken lightly. Although he had been evaluated as being unable to get out of his obsession with a woman for a while (of course, it was the same now), he was a person who had once been called one of the three pillars along with the Three-Section Sword, Cheong-heun, and the Hengshan Ilgi, Baek Mu-yeong. Besides, for some reason, he had been madly devoted to seclusion training for a few months and had recently returned after finishing his training, according to the rumors. He was a person who could never be taken lightly.

The divine prowess he had shown in some of the matches during this Three Sages Festival was an amazing divine prowess that was not inferior to the Three-Section Sword, Cheong-heun. He had officially proved that his sword ki had not rusted but had rather become sharper.

"It'll be okay, right?"

Geum Yeong-ho said in a cautious voice. Now, if they went up one more step, it would be the top. If they were frustrated here, they might suffer an irreparable blow. They could not give up.

"Let's believe in the great senior brother! Anyway, we've reduced one, haven't we?"

Unexpectedly, the results so far were much better than expected. Moyong Hwi's martial prowess had far exceeded their expectations. Neither Geum Yeong-ho, Namgung Sang, nor Hyeonun had expected Moyong Hwi to make it this far. Especially Hyeonun's shock was greater than anyone else's. His respected senior brother and the biggest rival in his heart, his senior brother Cheong-heun, and Moyong Hwi, who had just entered the academy, had achieved a draw. He was a senior brother whose victory he himself had not yet been able to predict and had been giving a handicap to. Besides, the martial prowess he had shown today had even given him the shock that it might not have been a handicap. So his shock could not help but be great.

Moyong Hwi, in this match, had proved himself to be on the same level as Cheong-heun.

In any case, Geum Yeong-ho's prediction had been right. At that time, the match between Cheong-heun and Bi Ryu-yeon was unpredictable. That's why he had been worrying and worrying until late at night. But there was an enlightenment that made the back of his head tingle at Namgung Sansan's one word. Namgung Sansan had thankfully seen what he, Geum Yeong-ho, had not been able to see. That was the existence of Moyong Hwi. Because of his existence, Geum Yeong-ho had also made up his mind. It was no different from a gamble. Of course, he had been in the middle of a gamble. Because a bet was also a kind of gamble!

Although the winner of the match between Cheong-heun and Bi Ryu-yeon could not be predicted, Geum Yeong-ho's thought was that Cheong-heun, after going through Moyong Hwi, would not be an opponent for Bi Ryu-yeon. Although it was just a single battle and just three swords, it was enough to know the depth of the cultivation that Moyong Hwi had accumulated. Besides, he was the grandson of the Sword Saint, Moyong Jeong-cheon. It was more than worth the risk.

From Geum Yeong-ho's point of view, Moyong Hwi's role was to wear down Cheong-heun's strength. But Moyong Hwi, as if to prove that the son of a dragon was a dragon, not an imugi, had achieved a draw with Cheong-heun.

Looking at the situation, it was unlikely that either of them would be able to participate in the next match. Besides, it was a draw. Although it was rare, there was a rule that those who had achieved a draw could not participate in the place where the overall winner was decided.

It was the moment when the prelude to Bi Ryu-yeon's victory was being drawn.

Both the Saber Saint Exhibition and the Sword Empress Exhibition had strangely ended in a draw this year. No one had been able to decide the winner. It was the first time in 48 years that a draw had occurred in all three places at the same time. Now, the distance left for Bi Ryu-yeon to win was one step.