A form of qi that made onlookers want to step back in fear. It was hard for them to believe that a Taoist was the one invoking such feelings.
How enraged must he be to display this?
Everyone sensed it. This fight had transcended the normal bounds of martial arts.
If the essence of murim was to compare and learn from each others martial arts, then what was unfolding above was certainly far removed from any form of learning.
Unless it involved the life-or-death stakes of ones existence, how could such intense murderous qi be unleashed?
Kwaang!
The sound of sword qi clashing made everyones ears ache.
Kakagakaka!
As the sharp blades scraped against each other, sparks flew in all directions. The combatants heads were closer than their swords, exuding a raw, deadly aura akin to that of animals.
It was a clear intent to kill.
It was akin to a fight between growling animals, each trying to sink their fangs into the other.
Who would have thought?
Wudang and Mount Hua.
This was how the meeting of the two Taoist sects unfolded.
Crack. Crack!
An eerie sound of bones echoed from the two hands gripping the sword.
Heo Gongs eyes, filled with deep anger, stared at Chung Myung as if intending to devour him. And Chung Myungs eyes, under that intense gaze, also burned with a strange fervor.
Right
Chung Myung chuckled, smiling.
No matter how strong you try to act, people are all the same in the end.
You!
Kwang!
Chung Myungs sword surged with strength as he advanced towards Heo Gong. But this was not merely to exploit an opening. Chung Myung hit the ground and immediately caught up with Heo Gong, who was pushed back.
This is your true nature!
Shut up, you bastard!
Kwaang!
The swords clashed again, sending explosions outward.
Cold sweat began to seep from the foreheads of those watching the confrontation.
They believed that this would surely be a great spar due to their rankingsa clash between the high stage of a person who understood the sword and has achieved enlightenment and the human strength that unfolded that level of sword knowledge.
That was what this spar between the two sects was meant to showcase.
But what was unfolding felt intensely raw to all who watched.
From the outset, as if the swordsmen were declaring that it was ludicrous to speak of dignity, class, and rank, the two men displayed a beastly nature as though they were intent on killing each other.
Kaang! Kaang! Kaaang!
In the blink of an eye, dozens of sword attacks were exchanged.
Each strike aimed at the others life without any sign of hesitation. The shockwave created by these fierce sword hits tore through the ground.
Bang!
Fragments of sword qi were scattering, clashing, and grazing their bodies. The shoulder of Heo Gong and the side of Chung Myung turned red.
But the two didnt seem to care, as if they were possessed and had to kill the other before stopping.
Kakakaka!
The swords, clashing for a moment, created an opening.
Kwang!
Heo Gong, pushing up the sword that was being struck down, pierced into the arms of Chung Myung, coming close to hitting the chest. Even in that brief moment, this blow, loaded with qi, was directed towards Chung Myung.
Kwang!
But Chung Myung didnt take this lightly.
Chung Myung struck the shoulder of Heo Gong with the counterattack. As a result, he managed to block the attack to the chest, but Chung Myungs body, unable to handle the force, had to twist back a little and jump back.
In the end, Heo Gong had to step back, losing any force and take a step back.
It was a very obvious mistake.
Bang!
Chung Myung struck the floor with the hand that wasnt holding the sword, and that recoil made him rise into the air like a bomb.
Like a swallow ready to fly, Chung Myung rushed towards Heo Gong in a low form. Soon, the sword Chung Myung thrust rose from below.
In his life, Heo Gong had tried numerous martial arts and competed with multiple warriors. However, he had never faced a sword rising from a low point. He momentarily pulled his upper body back and dodged the sword.
This was exactly what Chung Myung was aiming for.
Kwaang!
Chung Myung mercilessly struck Heo Gong with his fist.
Since the center of gravity was pulled back, Heo Gongs response would come later than usual.
A foot struck Heo Gong, making a cracking sound. The hard sapphire stone on the ground cracked like spider webs.
Heo Gong couldnt even scream in pain and glared at Chung Myung with red eyes.
Ahhhh!
He then kicked Chung Myung in the chin with his free foot.
But.
Crack!
What his foot touched wasnt Chung Myungs body but the sword handle. A sword handle made of millennial iron was hit.
AKKKK!
Heo Gong, now with both feet injured, wailed like a beast.
But Chung Myung had already hit the ground and stepped back.
Kwakwak!
Heo Gong, down with the cracked ground, began to chase after Chung Myung.
Hahahaha!
The snake was behind him, and Chung Myungs sword began to bring out the plum blossoms. However, the poisonous snake didnt stop chasing its target.
The sword qi, raging like flame, flew out like exploding lava at the plum blossom sword qi and rushed right for Chung Myungs chest.
Chung Myung blocked it by swinging the sword in a vertical movement, but there was no way his full strength could be used without both feet firmly placed on the ground!
Kang!
Chung Myungs body was pushed back with the sound of metals clashing.
Thud! Thud!
He rolled a couple of times on the ground and ended up lying flat on the floor.
Euk! Euk!
Taking deep breaths, Heo Gong looked at the hand holding the sword. It was shaking. And then he felt it, the sensation of swollen feet, and bit his lip.
All the bones in his feet were crushed. Every time he took a step, it hurt his lungs.
But now wasnt the time to think about his condition.
His half-exhausted eyes slowly looked at the fallen Chung Myung, and sure enough, the boy was getting up.
Tuk.
Thick blood flowed from his mouth, down his chin, and onto the ground. But the devilish smile stayed intact!
Just by looking at the expressions of the two, it was clear who won.
you
The anger that was already surrounding his body cooled down in an instant for Heo Gong. Instead, he felt a discomfort slowly rise in his body, wrapping around, trying to tie him down.
Spit.
Chung Myung spat out the blood in his mouth and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. And he smiled, showing those red, wet teeth.
I guess you cannot continue anymore.
Lets continue though. This is just the start.
Chung Myung, whose face was half-soaked in blood, began to approach with his sword dangling at his side.