The Grand Convergence<LT__em_>Boom―</em_>
A man wielding a golden blade and a 19-headed ghost king took one step forward together.
The man wielding the golden blade was Kim Young-hoon. He calmed his breathing.
The realm he had reached was one that the supreme beings of the Gwanghan Realm called the Emperor’s Domain. From this realm onward, the ways of confrontation changed dramatically from those of the lower realms.
In the ordinary expert era, they had honed their righteousness and exchanged thousands of virtual strikes, optimizing their movements through imagination and striking them down upon the opponent.
But from their current realm, they no longer needed to do so.
Boom―
Once more, they drew near.
Kim Young-hoon’s eyes blazed with golden light, and the light from the nineteen eyes of Seo Eun-hyun flared with an eerie, black fire.
It began with Kim Young-hoon.
He performed a simple horizontal slash and immediately followed with a raised strike, unleashing a cross slash.
A slash that tore through time and flew.
Yet it was only the beginning.
Starting with him, a golden storm raged.
Each and every one was Kim Young-hoon’s blade strike.
And in response, Seo Eun-hyun moved his colorless sword.
Like waves, sometimes like storms, it clashed with the golden waves of Kim Young-hoon.
There was no longer any reason to exchange virtual strikes at their current realm.
Because both had already reached the realm where imagination could be realized.
Kwad-deudeuduk!
The storm of colorless and gold swept through, and the roof corner of the limitless dojo was pulverized and collapsed.
And through that storm, Seo Eun-hyun’s dark palm shot toward Kim Young-hoon.
Kim Young-hoon’s eyes gleamed as he swung his blade through the air, scattering golden light rays toward the dark palm.
The rays bounced off the dark palm as if repelled, yet seemed to spread across the entire realm.
The next instant, countless rays of light rained down upon Seo Eun-hyun from the entire realm.
It was the spectacle of countless light arrows piercing the dark ghost king.
Every single ray Kim Young-hoon had scattered had been a strong light ray, and countless strong rays, brimming with the comprehension of the Ling Light, poured down upon Seo Eun-hyun.
It was clear that the first collision favored Kim Young-hoon, yet his face remained tense as he snapped his fingers.
Some of the strong rays raining upon Seo Eun-hyun followed his will and were retrieved, along with the magical swords and hidden swords he had previously scattered across the roof of the dojo.
Kim Young-hoon confirmed that his treasures had returned to his control and, without hesitation, retreated backward.
―――!
The next instant, something of a colorless and golden hue swept through the realm where even sound could not follow, passing where Kim Young-hoon had been.
A chill ran down his spine as he heightened his focus.
And once more, within the golden baptism, the dark ghost king emerged with blazing eyes.
Booong!
Kim Young-hoon suddenly felt Seo Eun-hyun vanish.
‘Wansuigungmurok!’
He sharpened his consciousness like a blade and read everything around him.
And in that fleeting moment, he hurled the Ling Light toward the movement sensed from the soul’s rank, where the All-Heaven Sword and the Ling Light sword collided.
Kwaang!
Blood burst from Kim Young-hoon’s seven dantian.
He had mobilized his innate talent only to concentrate all power into one strike.
Gradually, the area around them darkened.
The result of their spirits accelerating far beyond the speed of sound.
And within that brief gap of time, Kim Young-hoon made his judgment swiftly.
‘I cannot block it head-on.’
He hurriedly pulled out a talisman from his bosom and slapped it onto his body.
His entire body rapidly regenerated.
Kim Young-hoon had always been a warrior who preferred fair, direct duels, especially against opponents at the Integration level.
Those Integration kings and kings were, in essence, miniature dimensions, spaces containing will.
Natural disasters they were called, yet truly one could not even speak of them as such.
And in front of them, Kim Young-hoon was no more than an ant.
So how does an ant contend with a natural disaster?
By reading the flow of the disaster, pulling all its power into one’s own calculations, and tracking the source of power.
And by cutting a path through the disaster with one’s ant body and reaching the source to sever it.
A natural disaster possessed terrifying power, yet the miracle of an ant wielding a steel blade to cut it down was possible precisely because it had calculated every path and trajectory.
Yet Kim Young-hoon now stared at the monster before him.
When facing a natural disaster, he had once cut a single toothpick along the optimal path to counter it.
But the opponent before him was no different from a disaster that wrapped its own power around a toothpick and swung it at the exact same level.
―――!
Once more, a colorless and golden flash scattered. Kim Young-hoon became a streak of light, fleeing with all his might so that not even a hair would graze his blade.
He finally made his decision.
Would he face them in a fair duel?
Humans might still be fair before a natural disaster. Even if the disaster covered the sky and shook the earth, the disaster could not distinguish humanity. Thus humans could survive and grow strong within it.
But what if a disaster wore human skin and hunted them to kill?
A disaster that could not distinguish insects, yet pursued them with the precise, relentless movements of insects?
Kim Young-hoon stepped into the air and fled downward from the realm’s surface.
And Seo Eun-hyun pursued him relentlessly.
Booong!
He had temporarily erased the word “direct duel” from his mind.
Kim Young-hoon slipped between the buildings of the limitless dojo to ambush Seo Eun-hyun.
Yet at that moment he glanced up at the sky.
“…!”
Three thousand Colorless Glass Swords, already glowing with the All-Heaven Sword, descended.
The swords fell.
Kim Young-hoon read the intention of the swords while dodging them with all his strength.
‘They’re after me!’
And in that moment, as he evaded the rain of All-Heaven Swords, their eyes met with Seo Eun-hyun, who had thrust his head out from an alley ahead.
With no gap to flee, Seo Eun-hyun raised his right hand.
A Colorless Glass Sword rested in it.
Booong!
The realm split in half.
‘This guy doesn’t care if his own ground is shattered!?’
Kim Young-hoon barely dodged the strike, eyes wide with disbelief, and reached toward the air.
One of Kim Young-hoon’s treasures—the Yin Oil Blade, Sect Wind.
Piiit!
The moment he grasped the blade, dark qi surged from the Yin Oil Blade, instantly enveloping the surroundings.
When Kim Young-hoon inverted the blade’s core, the enveloped qi began to shine.
The qi that had held Yin transformed into Yang and began to explode.
Kim Young-hoon and Seo Eun-hyun watched the light exploding within the dark world and each took different action.
Kim Young-hoon hurriedly retreated, while Seo Eun-hyun manipulated the nearby Colorless Glass Swords to extinguish the Yang qi summoned by the Sect Wind, then gazed at Kim Young-hoon.
Kooong!
With a single foot stomp, he closed the distance to Kim Young-hoon’s nose in an instant.
Kim Young-hoon and Seo Eun-hyun collided.
Kugu-gugugugug!
Countless light rays twisted in a frozen time.
And within it, Kim Young-hoon’s palms burst and his internals churned several times.
Wak!
He retreated with blood flowing.
Taat!
Once more, Kim Young-hoon slapped on a regeneration talisman, clenched his teeth, and snapped his fingers.
His strong light ray clone brought the magical sword Yubok to his side.
And once more, Seo Eun-hyun activated Wansuigungmurok.
Kim Young-hoon raised his senses to their limit and barely caught Seo Eun-hyun’s location before raising Yubok for a raised strike.
Jii-ing!
The magical sword Yubok, brimming with Ling Light, and the glass sword brimming with All-Heaven collided.
The shock wave swept everywhere.
Nearby buildings of the limitless dojo were torn free and sent flying in all directions.
This time Kim Young-hoon did not spill blood from his seven dantian.
Instead, his magical blade shattered in two.
Seo Eun-hyun grinned and sent him a mental message.
‘What’s this? A talisman?’
Then, aiming at the broken Kim Young-hoon, Seo Eun-hyun thrust the glass sword forward.
Once more, Kim Young-hun pulled out the Yin Oil Blade to block it.
Kwajjik!
Again, the Yin Oil Blade shattered without resistance and shards flew everywhere.
Kim Young-hoon shed silent tears and summoned countless magical swords and Yin Oil Blades with a mental incantation.
The magical sword Park-bong shattered to pieces from Seo Eun-hun’s raised strike.
The Yin Oil Blade Gye-heo split in half from a horizontal slash.
The magical sword Hae-myeol was bitten apart by Seo Eun-hun’s teeth while he raised it.
The black blade Seong-ya curved like a bow while defending against Seo Eun-hun’s chest smash.
Kwaaang!
Kim Young-hoon could not withstand the shock of the chest smash and flew toward the battlefield of the six Integration-rank scholars, vomiting blood from his entire body.
He felt the same despair as if his lifelong savings house had been blown up by a mad bomber, staring at his shattered treasures.
Tadat!
Yet without a moment to rest, Seo Eun-hun began to run.
Dudu-du-du-du―
Kim Young-hoon hurriedly slapped on a regeneration talisman, leaped high into the air, and climbed onto the shoulder of a giant light giant facing six Integration-rank scholars at once.
He retrieved his treasures once more.
And Seo Eun-hun approached, thrusting a sword.
The sword fused with the All-Heaven Sword grazed Kim Young-hoon’s crown.
Kim Young-hoon hurled the Destruction Jin-hun to buy time and dodged onto the giant’s knee.
Seo Eun-hun struck the Jin-hun with his hand, and the talisman shattered like a useless stone and was sent flying.
A world on the verge of stopping.
Within it, they used the bodies of the other scholars as terrain and fought.
Seo Eun-hun’s sword extended in all directions, attempting to cage Kim Young-hoon, while Kim Young-hoon’s blade dodged like a bird evading a hawk.
Kim Young-hoon flowed like a river, shifting outside the realm’s barrier to evade the Integration-rank scholars attacking the realm.
And Seo Eun-hun, still stationary, shattered the bodies of the Integration-rank scholars and followed him.
Kim Young-hoon, grasping the Blade of One Spirit, infused it with power.
Instantly, the Blade of One Spirit erupted with light and created one hundred eight identical clones.
Sophisticated clones on a different plane from the strong light ray clones!
And Seo Eun-hun moved the All-Heaven Sword.
Chwa-ra-ra!
Like a porcupine displaying spines, glittering spikes shot out from around Seo Eun-hun.
Pooeng, pooeng, pooeng!!!
The sword slash that had instantly killed one Integration-rank scholar exploded all of Kim Young-hoon’s clones.
And the real Kim Young-hoon seized the moment to concentrate.
This time without using magical swords or Yin Oil Blades, he sharpened his own consciousness to form his stance.
Though it was the fleeting moment of time, his eyes blazed with sharpened spirit.
His mind compressed like a line.
The strike of the Emperor’s Domain!
Taat!
Once more inside the realm, Kim Young-hoon assumed his stance with the tension of a drawn bowstring.
Kwa-jik!
And the eyes of Seo Eun-hun, who had shattered Kim Young-hoon’s final clone, met his.
Seo Eun-hun had burned thirty-eight ghost eyes, and Kim Young-hoon’s eyes blazed with golden light.
In the stopped world dyed with darkness, their gazes crossed, and the next instant.
Seo Eun-hun saw a golden Peng bird charging toward him.
And Kim Young-hoon saw three Taiji rising behind Seo Eun-hun’s back.
Light flashed, and once more after a short moment.
Seo Eun-hun became a sword.
His mind also compressed into the Emperor’s Domain strike itself.
The sword Seo Eun-hun charged at Kim Young-hoon and shattered the Peng bird, reaching his nose.
Yet the next instant.
Seo Eun-hun met the eyes of Kim Young-hoon, who had assumed the stance of a chained strike.
In the darkness, Kim Young-hoon smiled.
Booong!
And Seo Eun-hun flinched.
He understood chained strikes.
But he realized.
This was the third chained strike.
Kwa-jik!
In the continued chained strike, Seo Eun-hun shattered the Peng bird as well.
Yet for the third Emperor’s Domain strike, he had no choice but to allow a gap.
Kwad-deudeuduk!
Kim Young-hoon’s full-power slash pierced Seo Eun-hun’s gap.
―――!
Golden veins remained across Seo Eun-hun’s entire body.
Yet Kim Young-hoon did not press the attack and retreated backward with all his strength.
‘It was shallow!’
Kim Young-hoon had not simply slashed.
And Seo Eun-hun had not merely released power.
It was the All-Heaven Sword flowing through his body and that strange ‘circuit.’
And the thick leather, the late-stage Integration-rank physical strength protecting his body, and countless other factors had prevented his blade from penetrating deeply.
Kim Young-hoon, retreating rapidly, noticed even within the stopped world they inhabited that others were moving slowly.
The six-eyed giant that scattered lightning across his body and the infamous pirate captain Jin Ma-yeol who swung a chain scythe while using half-transparent stealth.
The two Integration kings were also moving slowly within the world of Kim Young-hoon and Seo Eun-hun.
Kim Young-hoon climbed onto the shoulder of the six-eyed giant, calmed his breathing for a moment, and clenched his teeth.
‘I must calm my breathing.’
0.1 seconds.
That was enough.
But in their world, 0.1 seconds was an immense amount of time, and Kim Young-hoon judged he needed to hide for a moment.
His gaze turned toward the sea circle formed by the Buk Hyang-ham ship fleet.
That is, the dimensional barrier formed by the sea of the Goryeok Realm.
‘I’ll go out for a moment and calm my breathing.’
After quick judgment, he looked at Seo Eun-hun.
Kugugugugug!
Seo Eun-hun, with three Taiji on his head, charged at Kim Young-hoon at insane speed.
The next instant, Kim Young-hoon slashed at Seo Eun-hun, then flew as a streak of light toward the sea circle.
Kwaa-aang!
Seo Eun-hun, who had charged in, tore through the slash and, unable to adjust speed, collided with Jeon Myeong-hoon, sending his upper body flying.
‘Now!’
Kim Young-hoon watched Seo Eun-hun offer a sincere apology to Jeon Myeong-hoon over a full 0.01 seconds and his eyes gleamed.
Paat!
His speed increased.
He once more compressed his spirit and overlaid the Emperor’s Domain strike upon his body.
And at some point he reached a place where light and sound could not reach, and finally he felt the sensation of being below the dimension.
Uuu-ung!
Fast, faster, until his body suddenly transcended rank.
He moved his body in the vast emptiness.
Paa-aat!
Finally, Kim Young-hoon returned to reality.
He had emerged outside the sea circle formed by the Buk Hyang-ham ship fleet.
“Hoo…”
He calmed his breathing and retrieved his treasures and regeneration talismans, sticking them onto his body.
The sea circle formed by the Buk Hyang-ham ship fleet was literally a barrier using dimensions.
Several Integration kings overlapped, and escaping it was almost impossible.
Only by becoming “too fast and momentarily transcending the dimension,” as Kim Young-hoon had done, could one pass.
And it was the moment when Kim Young-hoon was calmly breathing for 0.1 seconds.
Kwaa-aang!
The sea area vibrated, and Seo Eun-hun shattered one corner of the sea circle and emerged.
Behind his back, three Taiji spun violently, and Kim Young-hoon stared at him with a dazed expression.
‘So that was how you just blasted through it.’
Kim Young-hoon, having laughed for a moment, stopped his breathing and assumed his fighting stance once more.
Wii-ing!
Kim Young-hoon grabbed the Yin Oil Giraffe and raised its power.
‘I will momentarily raise the lifespan of the blade.’
He spun his head intensely and created a new martial art to overcome the situation.
Tsuchuuuuu!
His eyes watched Seo Eun-hun, following Seo Eun-hun’s circuit.
And just as the circuit encircling Seo Eun-hun’s body, a vein-like golden structure began to appear on the Yin Oil Giraffe he had grasped.
It was fundamentally different from a simple external-internal dan.
He had copied the features of his opponent’s fighting style, a martial art that further elevated the possibility of treasures.
Of course, Seo Eun-hun’s circuit had countless functions—recovery, defense, attack, amplification, stealth, tracking, purification—yet the only function Kim Young-hoon could copy was one.
Originally, it was impossible to perfectly copy even a single circuit invented by the genius Goe-gun, so the function he copied was simple: to amplify the treasure’s performance.
Kwad-deudeudeuduk!
The Yin Oil blade began to tremble.
At the same time, the Yin Oil Giraffe’s prestige thickened further.
Kim Young-hoon felt his chest burning.
‘My collected treasures…’
Seo Eun-hun’s circuit had no side effects when used, but through the veins he had carved with this martial art, the amplification through these veins had the side effect of burning the treasure’s possibility on one use and rendering it unusable.
Kim Young-hoon swung the amplified Yin Oil Giraffe’s power toward Seo Eun-hun together with the comprehension of the Ling Light.
Kwaa-aang!
The shock wave rang out, and the [Deep Sea] of the nearby sea area twisted.
Yet once again, the sword-shattering, losing Kim Young-hoon was finally able to receive Seo Eun-hun’s strike.
Countless famous magical swords and Yin Oil Blades from across the sea had been necessary to surge their potential to block even one strike.
He grasped the Yin Oil Blade of Evil Mourning, surged his potential, and swung it from left upper to right lower once more, and Seo Eun-hun, overlaying the All-Heaven Sword on his bare hands, received it from left lower.
Kim Young-hoon recalled his memories with his treasures.
‘The late-stage Integration-rank king’s martial art stolen from an Integration scholar, Yin Oil Blade of Evil Mourning. The ancient Yin Oil Giraffe blade obtained from the underground dungeon. The Yin Oil Giraffe held precious by an Integration-grade deep-sea monster. The magical sword formed from the lifespans of one thousand Integration-rank scholars…’
Even the great blade swords of the Integration kings caused drool, yet before the eyes of Seo Eun-hun, they were literally being ground up.
But no matter what, he had ground the blade swords and fought a short, similar battle with Seo Eun-hun.
Of course, his inner energy was at its limit from the cost.
Wak!
He squeezed his meridians and clenched his teeth.
Though it was a life-or-death situation, a smile never left his lips.
‘Yes, I knew.’
Originally, at this level it was hard to read the spirit, but it was still somewhat visible.
Thus, even if the monster before him seemed suspicious, Kim Young-hoon had noticed Seo Eun-hun from the start.
But he had deliberately provoked him to spar sincerely.
‘When I first met him… was it around 1,200 years ago?’
He laughed hollowly.
He had once thought himself a genius, but seeing him made him humble.
Four Pillars for the celestial race, four Pillars for the terrestrial race.
Moreover, not early-stage but late-stage Integration-rank physical strength and authority.
Even the martial art reaching the same level as his own.
What kind of monster skin is this?
‘So he really is the true genius.’
Kim Young-hoon felt humility wash over him and continued clashing with Seo Eun-hun, exchanging his entire fortune.
And gradually he felt the Yin Oil Blades in his hand becoming rarer.
‘Damn it, I’m burning my entire fortune in one spar.’
Tuo-ung!
Their swords clashed for an instant.
A slight gap opened between them, and Kim Young-hoon’s eyes gleamed.
‘This strike will end it.’
Tsuchuuuuu!
He retrieved the treasure he had hidden until the very last, the one he cherished most.
The treasure’s name was the Blade of Radiance, the Wheel.
Its reputation was lower than the infamous magical swords and Yin Oil Blades, yet it was the Yin Oil Blade that best matched the ability stolen by the previous Kim Young-hoon from the Integration-grade king.
The ability of the Blade of Radiance, the Wheel, was simple.
It accelerated the wielder’s speed by three times for one second, regardless of the target.
Kim Young-hoon’s spirit compressed once more.
Seo Eun-hun, noticing the momentum, also began compressing his spirit.
Wii-ii-ing!
Behind his back, three Taiji began to shine brilliantly.
The next instant.
Pasak!
Seo Eun-hun’s eyes shone, and finally his dragon form armor was unlocked.
He began a sword dance, holding the All-Heaven Sword.
The sword dance of the Emperor’s Domain strike.
Originally, the Emperor’s Domain strikes of the supreme beings were strikes that squeezed all their qi and focus into one blow.
Thus, most supreme beings would fall into near-death after using even one strike until they became accustomed.
But what if the celestial and terrestrial races used the Emperor’s Domain?
Through their unique recovery and endless qi intake via heavenly guidance, they could recover instantly even after falling into near-death.
Thus, the celestial and terrestrial races could unleash the Emperor’s Domain strike several times more than the supreme beings, thanks to their recovery and the power they called the incarnation of life force.
Then, what about Seo Eun-hun, who possessed the training system of celestial, terrestrial, and ghost?
Seo Eun-hun prepared the secret of the Dan-ak Sword Art, the Dan-ak.
A strike that exploded by smashing all twenty-plus stances into the opponent.
Paa-aat!
Kim Young-hoon hid within the light rays and disappeared, and in an instant one Peng bird appeared.
Seo Eun-hun extended eight wings.
The body of starlight and the puppet’s circuit vibrated.
He covered his body with the misty rain of the Ten Thousand Phenomena Affinity Diagram.
‘I feel it.’
He could clearly sense it.
The Kim Young-hoon before him was also about to unleash his final strike through his fully accelerated blade.
‘He will probably pour all his strikes into each motion used in the Blade Tomb and counter.’
Seo Eun-hun smiled.
‘What will it be this time.’
Will he truly surpass Kim Young-hoon this time?
‘No, no.’
Seo Eun-hun trusted the martial art he had honed until now.
He trusted the history he had endlessly refined.
He trusted the bad luck of destiny that had repeatedly granted him reincarnation yet ultimately saved him.
His sword shone.
To the 22nd style of the Dan-ak, the comprehension of the later styles was added.
The Mountain Beyond Mountain is Endless, which maintained absolute momentum.
The Energy Beyond Energy, which further increased momentum beyond maintaining.
The Ocean of Righteousness, the Mountain of Grace, which integrated the comprehension.
The One Destruction Leading to This Shore, which exploded power from the Ocean of Righteousness.
The Dao of Reversing, which reversed the opponent’s power.
The One Thousand and Two Hundred Peaks of Sword Truth, the extreme of sword combat.
The Great Heaven Blade Escape, which unleashed all the power of the One Destruction Leading to This Shore.
And the Sword Heart, the Endless After, which moved the sword from lower to higher rank and strengthened sword power.
All the history and destiny of the martial arts he had climbed with meager talent, all of it burst from his hands.
The opponent was the incarnation of True Martial Arts!
“Blade Tomb!”
The golden Peng bird and the single dumbo collided in the sky.
“Dan-ak!”
And the sea area shook.
* * *
The light faded.
Kim Young-hoon, with blood-drenched armor, stared at his treasure with a trembling hand.
The Yin Oil Blade he had cherished until the very last for his specialized speed.
The Blade of Radiance, the Wheel, was missing its blade body except for the handle.
“…”
He looked around.
It was atop the corpse of a deep-sea monster.
Probably, the deep-sea monster had died in the battle between Seo Eun-hun and Kim Young-hun, and its body was torn apart with slash marks and sword marks.
Perhaps it was a kind of mimic that had imitated the memory pattern and created illusions, countless phantoms weakly blooming atop the deep-sea monster’s corpse.
The phantoms formed forests and mountains.
Perhaps the deep-sea monsters had mainly mimicked mountain-dwelling demonic beasts, and around them, phantoms of great demons, great mountains, and cliffs bloomed.
Kim Young-hoon laughed hollowly.
His voice was not coming out well.
Yet he squeezed out the words he had intended to say.
“Y-you… won. Seo Eun-hun.”
After speaking, Kim Young-hoon fell forward at the feet of Seo Eun-hun, who held the glass sword before him.
Yet even in defeat, even having burned all his treasures, his expression was not bad.
‘…He relied too much on external things. Yes… thanks to you, I was able to grasp the clue to the next realm…’
Thus, he slept while laughing before the phantoms of countless great mountains.
* * *
I panted, placing the glass sword into the Jeomuldo with a trembling hand.
I had no inner energy left to store in the Dan-hwa.
The power of my whole body, which had become like a volcano, had dried up, yet I did not care.
“…I won.”
I had won against him.
One word was enough.
I collapsed onto the corpse of the bizarre lifeform.
‘…I should have restrained him…’
I looked far away.
Watching the battle scene in the realm, I laughed hollowly.
Although qi once more filled my body, I could not restrain it now.
It would take at least half a day for my body to recover.
‘Well… still, no one will lose, right.’
My trust in my companions was not shallow, and I had no worry of being conquered by the rogues of the Goryeok Realm.
The only thing I worried about was Kim Yeon, who, surrounded by the fleet and under bombardment, was charging toward the massive flagship.
‘I’m going crazy. If the two of them fight and one is wrong…’
I took a deep breath, yet there was nothing I could do immediately.
I desperately sent a simple order to Hong Beom by voice transmission, then collapsed on the spot.
It was not below the monster’s corpse, but countless phantoms surrounded Kim Young-hoon.
A phantom of an old man holding a flower basket approaching from inside the realm.
Or a bizarre seagull demonic beast training martial arts, or a muscular giant kissing its own muscles, or a monk with one eye blindfolded searching for a single cough sound—phantoms of various beings flew in the air.
I looked at their phantoms and saw the sky of the Goryeok Realm.
A sky where heavenly qi was not readable.
‘The world of the terrestrial races…’
The land was history.
Someone had told me that.
I reached toward the sky and laughed.
The history of martial arts I had accumulated had finally defeated the incarnation of True Martial Arts in the world of history.
My martial arts had not been in vain.