Swish!
A blade wrapped in sword energy sliced through the air.
Shraaak!
There was no respite in the relentless attacks, and the number of blades was overwhelming.
The paths of the swords seemed chaotic at first glance. But within that apparent disorder lay an undeniable rhythm and purpose.
Refined coordination, honed through years of grueling training.
Movements aimed at cutting off the opponentâs escape and delivering decisive punishment.
Dozens of martial artists from the Martial Alliance moved in perfect unison, all for the sake of capturing one man.
By all accounts, the situation should have been impossible to withstand.
Yet, astonishingly, the lone figure they targeted held his ground with ease.
Watching this unfold, Wi Seok, the branch leader of the Martial Alliance in Guangdong and a master at the Hwa-Kyung level, furrowed his brows in disbelief.
âWhat... is this?â
Boom!
âGah!â
In the chaotic scene, one martial artist was sent flying into the air.
And then another.
Boom! Boom, boom!
One after another, members of the Alliance fell.
âWhat kind of...?!â
Wi Seokâs eyes widened as he tried to comprehend the spectacle before him.
It was like a typhoon.
A storm of blades raged, yet the lone man at its center remained unnervingly calm.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
He was the eye of the storm.
The manâs swordsmanship was dazzlingly precise and efficient.
The martial artists sent against him werenât amateurs.
Guangdong was a region notorious for its bandits and heretics, and these men were trained to handle both criminals and even monsters.
Their skills were far from lacking.
Based on reports from Seo Dong, Wi Seok had carefully selected warriors, estimating the target to be at least Hwa-Kyung level.
He had brought only peak-level martial artists, leaving out anyone below first-class.
Among them were two squad leaders at the Daeju level and himself, a Hwa-Kyung master.
This lineup could overpower even a seasoned clan leader.