Chapter 439
Chapter 439
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 114
>Chapter Title: Ghost Sword (2)
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“This one is mine.”
‘!?’
The Ghost Sword couldn’t hide his bewilderment as he looked at Mok Kyung-un, who had suddenly dropped from the sky and helped him at the perfect moment.
‘This guy?’
Who on earth was he?
Even a man would consider his face beautifully handsome.
Yet, this face felt strangely familiar somehow.
He had seen it somewhere before.
But as he pondered this, Pa Je, who had leaped back to create distance, transformed the finger strength in his five fingers into spherical astral energies, spinning them within his palm.
-Whir! Whir!
In that state, Pa Je opened his mouth.
“I don’t know who you are, but this is not your affair. If you leave now, I’ll let it slide, but if you try to interfere with me, I won’t forgive you…”
-Shing!
Before he could even finish speaking.
A sharp sword energy shot toward his throat like lightning.
Pa Je flicked his palm, and one of the five spinning astral orbs shot upward, perfectly deflecting the sword energy.
-Pang!
Seeing this, a glint appeared in Mok Kyung-un’s eyes.
For something that small to deflect sword energy, how much power must be condensed within it?
At that moment, Pa Je scolded him in a voice laced with fury.
“To throw away your chance like that… fool.”
-Pat!
Pa Je swung his palm toward Mok Kyung-un, and the remaining four astral orbs came rushing in.
In response,
-Clang!
Mok Kyung-un drew his demon sword, Yakjik, and blocked them directly.
‘!?’
The moment he blocked one, the immense weight sent Mok Kyung-un staggering backward.
He then blocked the next three in succession.
-Clang! Clang! Clang!
The blade, protected by deathly energy, bent and shook violently as if it might snap at any moment. The heavy force pushed him back half a step, then another half step.
-Shrrrk!
‘So it wasn’t just condensed energy?’
Mok Kyung-un realized this was no ordinary astral energy.
-Swish!
Meanwhile, the Ghost Sword appeared beside him with movement rivaling the Phantom Shift technique and shouted toward Mok Kyung-un.
“That bastard’s Curved Bullet Finger Supernatural Skill is as freely manipulable as flying swords.”
-Papapapapak!
-Clangclangclangclang!
Five astral orbs suddenly flew toward Mok Kyung-un’s side, but the Ghost Sword elegantly drew a circular arc with his sword, redirecting all of them.
It was the Transferring Flowers and Grafting Wood technique, mastered to the point where it could be performed with a sword.
Mok Kyung-un’s eyes narrowed at the sight.
Regardless, the Ghost Sword spoke to Mok Kyung-un.
“I don’t know who you are, but if he unleashes his full power, you’ll be in trouble. Help me!”
-Pat!
With that, the Ghost Sword unleashed Bouncing Sword Gang toward Pa Je.
Pa Je dodged the incoming Bouncing Sword Gang, snorted derisively, and leaped up while spreading both hands wide.
Then, small bead-like astral energies endlessly burst from his hands, instantly filling the surroundings.
At that instant,
-Boom!
Mok Kyung-un stomped with a true step, drew his sword back, and thrust it forward.
Sword momentum swirled from the tip like a vortex, soon extending with storm-like force, enveloping and overwhelming the bead-like astral energies trying to fill every direction.
It was none other than the Shadow-Chasing Returning Sword.
‘This is?’
The Ghost Sword frowned, recognizing something in Mok Kyung-un’s sword strike.
In the meantime, the swirling sword momentum swept up the astral orbs, causing them to collide and explode.
-Papapapapapapapang!
“Urk.”
As the astral orbs exploded within the vortex of sword momentum, Pa Je hurriedly tried to escape the aftermath.
The Ghost Sword didn’t miss that split-second opportunity.
-Swish!
Using his lightness skill for ultra-high-speed movement, he circled behind Pa Je and aimed to sever his neck.
But at that moment, Pa Je struck down at the Ghost Sword’s incoming blade with his fingertip.
Then,
-Hummm!
Something bizarre happened to the Ghost Sword’s blade.
The instant his fingertip touched it, the Ghost Sword involuntarily released his grip on the sword he had been swinging.
The dropped sword,
-Bam!
Though it hadn’t fallen vertically, it pierced straight into the ground.
This wasn’t due to the force applied to the sword—it was as if the sword itself had become heavier.
It was astonishing, but as if he had anticipated it to some degree, the Ghost Sword spun his body upon releasing the sword and delivered a roundhouse kick to Pa Je’s neck.
-Thud!
Pa Je was flung sideways by the kick, unable to steady himself, and ended up dropping to one knee.
-Thud!
As his knee hit the ground, Pa Je’s expression turned terrifying.
“How dare you…”
His pupils flickered yellowish-brown, and his shoulders bulged.
But right then.
As Mok Kyung-un extended his sword finger toward him, a sharp energy that put all his senses on high alert caused Pa Je’s body to burrow straight into the ground.
-Kwarung!
In that instant, an utterly transparent sword appeared where he had been, slicing through empty space.
It was the Formless Sword.
Mok Kyung-un pointed his sword finger at the spot where Pa Je had burrowed into the ground.
The Formless Sword twisted direction like a swimming fish and dove into the hole Pa Je had made.
He figured nothing could be faster than the Formless Sword, but the problem was,
‘The energy spreading out has vanished.’
From the moment Pa Je entered the ground, his energy presence disappeared.
It was as if he had deliberately concealed it.
Not wanting to let him escape, Mok Kyung-un,
-Hummm!
Summoned another Formless Sword, gripped it directly, and plunged it into the ground.
The ground immediately heaved under the Formless Sword’s momentum, cracking in eight directions and splitting apart.
-Crackcrackcrack!
This was the Eight Immortals Blade Rivalry, a blade art he had learned from an unidentified swordsman in Sword Valley who pursued the Extreme Blade.
-Rumble rumble rumble!
Even just infused with qi, its power was tremendous, but with the Formless Sword’s momentum loaded, the earth shook like an earthquake, exposing even the strata beneath the split surface.
‘Ha!’
Witnessing this, the Ghost Sword inwardly stuck out his tongue.
He had guessed it wasn’t an ordinary powerhouse, but he never imagined it was a monster who had surpassed even the Mysterious Realm, called the wall of walls.
But seeing the Formless Sword’s momentum spreading toward the bamboo grove,
“Stop!”
The Ghost Sword hurriedly shouted.
Yet Mok Kyung-un showed no sign of stopping.
The Ghost Sword then launched his body, urgently drawing his sword finger to unleash sword gang toward the ground in a line of energy to block the Formless Sword’s momentum spreading into the bamboo grove.
-Shwaaaa!
The Ghost Sword’s sword gang was formidable in its own right, but it paled in comparison to the sword extremity known as the Formless Sword’s momentum.
The sword gang’s energy was utterly vaporized by the Formless Sword’s momentum.
Along with it, the Ghost Sword was pushed back.
-Shrrrk!
A glint appeared in Mok Kyung-un’s eyes at the sight.
He didn’t know what was there, but the Ghost Sword trying to block the Formless Sword’s momentum suggested something important.
In the end, Mok Kyung-un halted the Formless Sword’s momentum.
-Slide! Thud!
The Ghost Sword, who had been continuously pushed back while resisting, suffered internal injuries from the clash, blood trickling from his mouth.
If Mok Kyung-un hadn’t stopped, the damage would have been far worse, putting him in mortal danger.
The Ghost Sword regulated his breathing and expelled the energy that had invaded his body.
-Crackcrackcrack!
The momentum flowing out through his soles split the ground.
The Ghost Sword inwardly stuck out his tongue.
He hadn’t even been directly struck by the Formless Sword—just grazed by its momentum—and yet it felt like fine, sharp shards were tearing through his meridians.
At that moment, Mok Kyung-un strode forward and said.
“Was protecting that bamboo grove more important than catching the bastard?”
“……This grove is made of extremely intricate formation patterns. If it’s even slightly damaged, the patterns could shift entirely.”
“Formation patterns?”
Mok Kyung-un turned his gaze toward the bamboo grove.
At a glance from outside, it looked like an ordinary bamboo forest, but
-Swish swish!
Fully unleashing his pupil power, he could see complex energies circulating in highly intricate patterns around the bamboo grove.
He had some knowledge of formations from the numerous books and defensive arts in the Heaven-Earth Society, but he had never seen one so complex and organically structured.
What on earth was this?
As he wondered, the Ghost Sword, having dissipated the energy in his body, stood up and said.
“And that guy wasn’t even fighting properly. If he hides underground for real, no one can catch him easily.”
-Swish!
Turning his head from the bamboo grove, Mok Kyung-un said.
“I thought you saw me as an ally, but you’ve completely turned hostile?”
‘!?’
At the question, one of the Ghost Sword’s eyebrows shot up.
Though he had received help, the unfamiliar feeling made him curious about the man’s identity.
The Ghost Sword spoke first.
“Who are you? You seem to know me. Why did you help me?”
“Help?”
“Yeah. You must have some purpose…”
-Bam!
The Ghost Sword couldn’t continue.
Mok Kyung-un had closed the distance in an instant, grabbed his collar, flipped him backward, and was now aiming a Formless Sword at his throat.
It was bewildering, but the Ghost Sword tried not to show it and opened his mouth.
“……An enemy?”
At his question, Mok Kyung-un replied with a chilling smile.
“Let’s say that for now.”
“For now? What does that mean?”
“I’ve been looking forward to this moment. I have so many things to ask you. Ghost Sword.”
“……I don’t know you exactly. At least tell me who you are…”
“The grandfather who raised me.”
‘!!!!!’
In that instant, the Ghost Sword’s composed expression froze solid.
The strangely familiar face, and hearing about the grandfather who raised him—he instantly realized who the man before him was.
“Incarnation.”
At being called Incarnation, Mok Kyung-un spoke in an even colder voice.
“As expected, there’s quite a lot I need to hear from you…”
-Pang!
Mid-sentence.
Someone appeared and unleashed a supreme strike loaded with vast energy toward Mok Kyung-un.
However, the strike was blocked by the Formless Sword’s blade before it could reach him,
-Boom!
And even though it caused a powerful explosion, it inflicted no damage whatsoever.
The one who unleashed the supreme strike was none other than the First Disciple of the Secret Society, Chun-chu.
With a somewhat agitated expression and trembling eyes, Chun-chu aimed his Claw Gang at Mok Kyung-un again and said.
“Get away from Father.”
‘Father?’