The appearance of the mysterious person, and the sudden suggestion of a spar—
Upon hearing those words, the Mount Hua disciples looked excited.
No matter how this mysterious person was, it was because the one who stepped forward was Goo Jong-myung.
First Plum Goo Jong-myung—
One of the greatest warriors of Mount Hua. Right now, it was just a title. He had the reputation of being the best among the swordsmen, and his physical skills are the best among Mount Hua. Even the sect leader could not match him in this regard.
He was one recognized by all in Mount Hua.
It was natural for the disciples to be excited if such news broke out, and there was this another rumor.
The demonstration of the Taiji Sword.
It was not known who this person was, but he was showing the sword of Taiji to them all.
It was a perfect chance for Mount Hua, which was too conscious of Wudang as their rival.
Goo Jong-myung invited just the elders of Mount Hua he could trust no matter what happened and his disciples alone.
Although the proposal of Seol-Hwi was really too attractive to pass up on, the Mount Hua Sect had to verify it. So, it was reasonable to call all of them.
It would be fine if just the worst wouldn’t come…
Seol-Hwi and Cheon Miryo were the only ones who came. The gazes of the men of Mount Hua were all focused to the side, at the woman. The rest were those who did not care for her and cared only for Seol-Hwi.
Even winning against Goo Jong-myung would not mean that everything was done. Rather, it was just the start.
And the order follows—
First, to demonstrate the Taiji Sword, Seol-Hwi made the Mount Hua Sect review it. Assuming this turned out to be positive, the Mount Hua Sect would notice it.
Afterwards, with the unique skills of Seol-Hwi, he would perform the Purple Cloud Divine Arts, which was passed onto them, and that was the second act.
But after that, they could not predict how things would go. The divine arts of Mount Hua—
Once they learn it and get it, how much would they respect and treat Seol-Hwi and Cheon Miryo?
Even the commander knows. So…
If she noticed any suspicious movement, he asked her to remove Goo Jong-myung first. Even if Seol-Hwi conveyedthe martial arts in an easy to do way, there was a chance of them coming after him.
And taking down Goo Jong-myung would reduce the power of Mount Hua which resulted in helping to take down the End Demon.
Of course, this was just an assumption of the worst, and he said that if possible, Seol-Hwi himself would make the situation run smoothly.
That said, it was possible only if he could control everything at that time. But it was unknown how the system would react.
What happens after is what is important.
Seol-Hwi said that if he killed any of the people, he would lose consciousness. If that happened, no matter what came next, neither Cheon Miryo nor Seol-Hwi could prepare themselves for the situation.
Just head on through.
There, Cheon Miryo shook her head.
I am thinking too much. Let us keep this simple and think about what we can do.
Work was done by the people, but the plan depends on the heavens. Cheon Miryo decided to focus on Seol-Hwi’s safety first. It was all she could do.
“Wait here.”
Goo Jong-myung calmly opened his mouth.
Watching Mount Hua’s best swordsman, the six old men bowed in silence. And he whispered to one old man.
“In case of any emergency. Do not hesitate to move.”
“I understand.”
An elder bowed.
Second Plum, Goo Jong-un. After Goo Jong-myung he was the one who turned to the next pillar of Mount Hua. He was also a Supreme Master.
Regardless of the win or defeat, he was asked what to do in advance.
The death of Seol-Hwi, regardless of a success or failure, no matter how the opponent was, the current elders thought they could not give out the best martial arts of Mount Hua to someone else.
Live or die, it will be done with everything on the line.
The Purple Cloud Divine Arts were an important thing, but most elders had different thoughts.
Frustrating as it was, in the meantime, all kinds of talented and gifted people in Mount Hua dedicated their lives to recreate the lost martial arts, and so the restoration this man proposed cannot be trusted.
So what they were looking forward to was the Taiji sword.
The Wudang Sect, their rivals, it was this martial art which could give the Mount Hua Sect their win. In the first place, Mount Hua and Wudang are the same.
This was why it was difficult to see fights which risked lives other than a simple spar, or a secret technique.
Won’t it be hard to see the face because he is in isolation…
In addition, the Wudang’s movements have been extremely limited in recent years, so any chance to fight with skilled warriors had disappeared, and it had been long since they had seen the Taiji Sword.
So it was the idea of most of the elders to get a chance to witness it.
Shhh
On the other hand, on the other side of the place, Seol-Hwi sat cross legged with his eyes closed.
Supreme Master—
When all the settings turned on like the previous, he was able to climb to the Supreme Demon level. Perhaps it was because of the Taiji realization he managed to become a real Profound Demon.
And if it is Purple Cloud Divine Arts—
The reason Seol-Hwi wanted to gamble, it held a purpose—
The Mount Hua Sect, it is a martial arts sect comparable to that of the Wudang Sect.
It was not known how great the martial arts was, but it would help in raising his level. And it would have a great impact too.
Although there were many parts where Mount Hua’s martial arts were actually done, this is the best of the sect.
At least, he would not lose anything by getting it.
Like this, it would be a dream.
Mount Hua would be able to take the place they wanted, and Seol-Hwi would do what he wanted. And now was the time to get it done. Was waiting really a win or a loss?
“You waited a long time. Demonstrate it first.”
Shhh
Seol-Hwi stood up from his place at the words.
Phew
He controlled his breathing. It dispersed the tension which his body had accumulated.
Best. No, with more strength than the best.
The gaze was on the opposite side. They roughly guessed what kind of thoughts the Mount Hua Sect had about this.
Currently, the only card Seol-Hwi could use was the Taiji Sword.
Depending on how well he can use it, the gazes would change.
And if he did not live up to their expectations, they would not show their techniques.
The Tomb of Taiji is one I’ve learned so far.
The martial arts and cultivation—
Although he had been training a lot, Seol-Hwi’s efforts to Taiji were sincere. Even though he was born as a Demonic Sect person, this was what helped him climb higher in the world.
Seol-Hwi took the stance. His left hand turned to a circle. The right hand held the sword and pointed to the ground.
When he first felt this, Seol-Hwi had other thoughts. A bluff. Most martial arts started out like that, linked to the next movement because the flow was defined.
However, the Taiji Sword was different, and oddly enough, the more he used this martial art—
Heaven, land, body—
As a human being, it connected the heavens and land. It was one and two, and the sword that was complete made the body operate through the three.
Even with the same Taiji Sword, how thoroughly could the user understand the world? Depending on how it was interpreted, the power of it varied.
But why?
Because of that he managed to master the demonic arts too. No matter what was his start, the end was what Taiji showed him.
It was not possible to be limited by movement of forms.
A smooth and rounded form from the sword, like the name of the technique, was the act of kicking water. But if one understood the source of it, they could apply it to the fist or the sword.
In the first place, Taiji was the principle which puts all things in the world in a final chaos, be it sword or fist.
That was the reason why Seol-Hwi stepped into the Profound Demon state.
Swish
“Ohhh…”
“Uh, that…”
A total of 52. Showing all of the Taiji he knew, Seol-Hwi slowly moved.
“Pheww…”
He alone demonstrated it, and without an opponent he managed to breathe well.
He focused into the Taiji and circulated the energy in what he knew. And in that duration he forgot about the world or anything else, he could not even imagine how much time had passed now.
Clap!
Clap!
“…”
Clapping came up after a while from all over the place. Seol-Hwi turned his head at this.
Clap. Clap. Clap.
The elders of Mount Hua were all looking at him in awe. And other than that, the disciples who had good intuition, clapped not knowing why their masters were doing it.
In a way, it was natural.
No matter how much they saw, they could not understand what their masters who trained and fought for long knew.
For them, seeing this in front was a chance to understand its holes.
“How… can he understand it?”
Goo Jong-myung was also looking at him with shock.
At first he had this expressionless look, but the more Seol-Hwi showed, the more embarrassed he got.
Is this a man of the Justice Faction or demons? It was a perfect demonstration which made him doubt the identity of the man.
“Even if it is round, the center is the Taiji.”
“…Huh.”
This was nothing, but those words changed the face of Goo Jong-myung.
To show the Taiji sword in front of the Mount Hua swordsman.
“…Fine. I admit that you are at a level where I recognize your devotion.”
Seol-Hwi frowned at those words.
This was the pride of Mount Hua. Now it was a word which came from pride.
Is this how it will be?
Seol-Hwi’s eyes widened.
The greatest martial arts of Mount Hua, the moment to discover that had finally arrived.
