Chapter 98

"Win, Hwi. Beat that kind of thing!"

In the heavy tension that filled the surroundings, only Bi Ryu-yeon was cheering for Moyong Hwi at the top of his lungs, carefree like a child.

As expected of a talent from the joint technique research society, which was said to be second to none in joint techniques, their linked hands joint technique was perfect. Their individual selves might not be a match for Moyong Hwi, but when the two combined their strength, they exerted a strong power that could drive the so-called genius, Moyong Hwi, into a corner.

"Kuk!"

As befitting the Two Will Sword Formation unfolded by the two as a pair, while No Ju-saeng's sword tied up Moyong Hwi's sword, Chae Ha-gun's sword's edge, aiming for that gap, grazed Moyong Hwi's shoulder. Fresh blood spurted out.

"Ah!"

"Oh no!"

Exclamations of alarm burst out from Hyo-ryong and Jang Hong's mouths at the same time. They had not expected him to give up his shoulder so easily. Fortunately, the wound did not seem to be deep.

"How about you just kneel down and honestly admit your defeat? It doesn't seem like you need to move your sword any more..."

The younger brother, Chae Ha-gun, said with a sneer, as if he had gained some leeway after seizing the momentum of victory while everyone was catching their breath for a moment. But in Moyong Hwi's eyes, there was still no sign of defeat. His pupils were as clear and calm as the lake of the abyss.

Moyong Hwi held his sword in a middle stance and held it straight in the center of his body.

"From now on, I will face you with all my heart. Please be careful."

Although it was a warning he had given with some consideration, it did not enter the ears of the Kunlun Twin Swords, who thought they had seized the momentum of victory. Once again, the swords of the three began to mingle. Amidst the flurry of sword lights, the momentum of the arena became more and more fierce.

As he was watching the increasingly tense arena, Hyo-ryong did not notice another presence approaching from behind him.

"It's a truly excellent swordsmanship."

Hyo-ryong's gaze turned to the presence that had approached his side at some point. A strange light flickered in Hyo-ryong's eyes for a moment.

'A woman?'

There, a beautiful girl was standing with twin swords on her back. She was none other than Lee Jin-seol.

The linked hands joint technique of the Kunlun Twin Swords, who had caught their breath and attacked again, was very exquisite and perfect, like interlocking gears. Moyong Hwi, who was facing them, also could not dare to be careless and was repeating one step forward and one step back. Whenever he was driven into a defensive position, the bleeding from the wound on his left shoulder was also increasing.

But who was Moyong Hwi? He was a person who was more famous as a successor, having pushed aside his older brothers, rather than being the grandson of the Sword Saint, Moyong Jeong-cheon, one of the Three Sages of Cheonmu. The nickname of the Seven Absolutes Divine Sword, which had shaken the Jianghu even before he had entered the academy, was not something he had obtained for free without any effort. His sword began to change from a defensive position to an offensive one.

"It's a truly perfect swordsmanship! Isn't it?"

It was Lee Jin-seol's evaluation, who had been watching Moyong Hwi's sword ki. She was now seeking Hyo-ryong's agreement on her opinion.

"That's right. Although there are many dragon and phoenix talents in the Cheonmu Academy, there are probably not many who can use such an exquisite sword ki."

As she had expected, Hyo-ryong agreed.

"I also don't have the confidence to show a sword ki that is so strong yet soft, and so fast yet smooth."

That was her honest feeling. Moyong Hwi's sword was perfect, without any flaws in its speed, timing, change of forms, or distribution of power.

"It's the same for me. But the young lady's insight in recognizing his sword ki is also not ordinary. You must have accumulated a considerable amount of training."

"Hoho, thank you. I feel very good to hear such a compliment from someone who uses the same twin swords."

"Then I can do it one more time. Shall I do it one more time?"

Hyo-ryong said with a smile. It was a smile that had a charm that drew people in. At his words, Lee Jin-seol just smiled faintly.

Once Moyong Hwi's sword had switched to an offensive, the Kunlun Twin Swords could not hide their embarrassed appearance. It did not seem that they could turn the tide of the battle that had been pushed back once. Seeing that, Hyo-ryong said.

"It seems it's about time to end it."

Hyo-ryong's prediction was correct. As if he had no intention of delaying any longer, a strange light flashed in Moyong Hwi's eyes, and his sword unfolded an ultimate technique.

Milky Way Meteor Sword Method, Sword Ki Secret Meaning, Third Form, Milky Way Starlight!

Moyong Hwi's sword was colored with a dazzling white light, and stars like the Milky Way popped out from within it. And the situation ended. The Kunlun Twin Swords had to step back five steps and then be dumbfounded. Moyong Hwi's sword had finally broken their joint wall technique. As the sword formation had completely collapsed, there was no way they had any will to fight any more.

Clap, clap, clap!

The sound of sudden applause was heard in the ears of Moyong Hwi, who was catching his breath after defeating the enemy. Judging from the thin and clear sound, it was clearly the sound coming from a woman's delicate hands.

'A woman? Who?'

It was Moyong Hwi, who had not made friends with any woman since he had entered this Cheonmu Academy. But Moyong Hwi, who was the focus of all the female heroes, including the Heaven character group, was busy even rejecting the love letters that flew in every day without fail. There was no way he would know a woman, as he only knew the faces of a few of the female disciples of the same Heaven character group.

Moyong Hwi looked at Lee Jin-seol's face. Come to think of it, it seemed that he had a memory of seeing her in the same classroom.

"It was a flawless and perfect swordsmanship. It was so excellent that I couldn't think of anything but admiration."

Lee Jin-seol said with a bright smile on her face. It was a bright and healthy smile. Only then did Moyong Hwi realize that the beautiful young lady in front of him was a young lady who was taking the same sound arts class as him. He did not remember her name.

"Thank you."

It was a blunt answer, unlike Moyong Hwi's appearance.

"That friend is really cold..."

Hyo-ryong, who had given a reprimand to the cold Moyong Hwi, asked Lee Jin-seol. It was because he had a feeling that he shouldn't leave it to this ice block friend.

"What is the young lady's name? If it's not rude, may I know?"

"Hohoho, rude? My name is Lee Jin-seol."

"Ah, you are the precious jewel of the Jeonju Lee family, a famous family of twin sword arts, famous for the Twin Sword Shaking Heaven. It is an honor to meet you."

"Hohoho, you're exaggerating. It seems this is the first time we've exchanged names like this."

Lee Jin-seol was quite open and cheerful, as befitting a daughter of the Murim. Such an appearance made those around her happy.

"That's right. My name is Hyo-ryong of the Tae-eul Sword Sect. I'm just a swordsman of no particular note."

Hyo-ryong quickly introduced himself.

"It's nice to meet you. But seeing the cool twin swords on your back, it seems you're definitely not a person of no particular note."

A bright smile, as if a thousand flowers were in full bloom, spread across her face. Seeing her smile, Hyo-ryong's heart also seemed to become cheerful.

"Then, since the exam time is urgent, I think I have to go. Please excuse me."

It was Moyong Hwi, who was coldly turning his body for the reason that time was short. He had delayed too much time with the unscheduled fight with the Kunlun Twin Swords. And then he really turned his figure without any delay.

"He's a really blunt person."

It was Lee Jin-seol, who did not lose her smile even at Moyong Hwi's consistent coldness. Hyo-ryong was a little displeased with Moyong Hwi's attitude of ignoring her.

"I'll give him a scolding later. Don't worry."

It was Hyo-ryong, who was boasting, perhaps because he was in front of a woman.

"Hohoho, you're a really interesting person. But don't you have to go now?"

Lee Jin-seol let out a short, charming laugh and pointed behind Hyo-ryong. There were Moyong Hwi and Bi Ryu-yeon, who had already gone far away. They were really in a hurry now. They had no time to take care of the loitering Hyo-ryong.

"I will definitely teach him that it is an undeserved honor to hear such a compliment from this beautiful young lady. Then..."

Leaving those last words, Hyo-ryong also flew his figure and began to chase after Moyong Hwi and Bi Ryu-yeon.

Moyong Hwi and Bi Ryu-yeon were barely able to make it to the exam time after running breathlessly. If they had missed today's exam, they might have had to give up on promotion for a while.

The left shoulder, which had bled from the fight with the Kunlun Twin Swords, had only been given a simple first aid of pressing a few acupoints and wrapping it with a cloth.

His first opponent was the sword talent of the Hengshan Sect, Oh Mun-hyeong. He saw Moyong Hwi's wound and asked.

"Are you okay in that state?"

"No problem."

Moyong Hwi answered firmly.

"It's because I don't want to hear that I won by persecuting an injured person."

As if his heart was still uneasy, Oh Mun-hyeong asked once more. He was a dignified martial artist, and a person with high pride.

"Don't worry. I take responsibility for my words."

Moyong Hwi's will was still as firm as a steel pillar. It did not seem that he would go back on his words.

As Moyong Hwi had said, Oh Mun-hyeong did not need to worry. Breaking everyone's expectation that Moyong Hwi would be at a disadvantage due to his injury, the match between the two ended surprisingly easily. Because he had sealed the acupoints on his left shoulder due to the bleeding, the sensation in his left arm was not normal. Therefore, Moyong Hwi had tried to end the match with a quick battle with all his might.

Not shameful of the name of the successor of the Sword Saint, Moyong Hwi led the battle throughout the duel. The red-stained left shoulder did not seem to be any obstacle to him. Moyong Hwi's sword, which had not lost its composure throughout the duel, shone brightly three times, and as it scattered stars three times, Oh Mun-hyeong admitted his defeat. Far from a tough fight due to his injury, the duel had rather ended easily with Moyong Hwi's victory. As expected, it was a great divine authority, enough to make one exclaim, 'Seven Absolutes Divine Sword'.

The second match was with Jang Dae-pyeong of the Cheonungbo, and the duel with him was even easier than the first. He swung his Wind-Breaking Saber and endured for about thirty seconds under Moyong Hwi's sword, and only after his blade was chipped like a saw did he finally admit his defeat. He, who had not been able to unfold a proper attack in the meantime, had no choice but to admit his own defeat.

The two duels had ended in Moyong Hwi's victory, and thus he had obtained the qualification of the Five Sword Dragons.

Unlike Moyong Hwi, whose match had ended quickly, Bi Ryu-yeon's situation was different. The Five Sword Dragons and the Six Sword Dragons were so different in skill that it was as if they were completely different people. As expected, the first match was with Dan Dae-pung, who was grinding his teeth at him. But until this time, Dan Dae-pung had no idea that the greenhorn who had been with the Vermilion Bird Squad before was the same person as Bi Ryu-yeon, the number one public enemy of the Ice Phoenix Guard.

"You... you punk!"

Dan Dae-pung, who had faced Bi Ryu-yeon again at the Sword Dragon Platform, was so surprised that his eyes were about to pop out. That person was none other than the very punk he had given a dressing-down to just a few days ago for the sole reason that he had been hanging out with the Vermilion Bird Squad.

"Why are you so surprised? It's not our first time meeting, so there's no need to be shy."

Bi Ryu-yeon said with a faint smile.

"Greenhorn, you... how are you here in this place?"

Dan Dae-pung still had not grasped the situation and called Bi Ryu-yeon 'greenhorn'.

"You're out of your mind. How can you not even recognize the face of the person you promised to have a duel with today? Are you sick somewhere?"

"Th... this can't be... For you to be that punk..."

At the surprising fact he was facing, Dan Dae-pung could not help but be dumbfounded.

"Should I say it's nice to meet you again, or should I say this is also fate?"

"Kekeke! It's just as well that you are the same person as that punk I want to tear to shreds. Because I won't have to dirty my hands twice. Thank you for saving me the trouble."

From the moment he had known that the two were the same person, Dan Dae-pung felt his anger and killing intent towards Bi Ryu-yeon become ten times thicker.

"Kukuku! Anyway, I'll be able to confirm it here today."

Without caring about his deepening anger and thickening killing intent, Bi Ryu-yeon said with a chuckle.

"What do you mean?"

"Whether you are really a White Tiger or just a white fox."

At Bi Ryu-yeon's sharp ridicule, Dan Dae-pung's face turned red. Bi Ryu-yeon's shamelessness and steel-like face, smiling so well in front of a person who was contemplating the thirty-six most terrible ways to kill him, was admirable. To him, who was inwardly surging with anger, Bi Ryu-yeon's smile came with an ominous feeling. It was a moment when his martial artist's unique sixth sense was being unnecessarily displayed. But he had not realized the fact that he had touched an existence he should not have touched. Because he could not control himself now due to his surging killing intent.