Dawn broke, marking the end of the night.
The sun began to rise steadily, reclaiming its place, and I moved my body, breathing in the crisp morning air.
I tilted my head slightly.
A dagger brushed past my cheek.
Shhhkâ! Sharp.
Especially with qi imbued in it, if that dagger had struck meâ¦
âIt wouldâve dug in a little.â
Thanks to my bodyâs heightened durability, it wouldnât have pierced through, but it would likely have embedded slightly into my skin.
I didnât bother tracking where the dagger flew.
Instead, I took another step forward.
Vzzzzâ!
Hearing a strange sound, I bent my upper body down.
Whooshâ! Though unseen, a sword slashed through the space above me.
Boomâ!!
A sword force erupted behind me, its sound reverberating in the air.
The strength and texture conveyed through the sound werenât bad at all.
I raised my arm and swung it downward.
Just as I extended it, it collided with a foot aiming for my face.
Bangâ!!
The clash of inner qi echoed, and I immediately twisted my waist to add momentum to my rotation.
Shhâ! Shh-shhâ!
Following my movements, a sharp offensive closed in.
The fluid movements of the sword made its intent hard to discern.
It seemed as though Seong Yul was still trying to erase traces of the Kunlun style from his swordsmanship, yet his unique flair remained intact.
No matter how many feints were added, his sword relentlessly pursued its target.
âHmm.â
I smirked as I observed him.
The wielder of the sword was Seong Yul.
His murky yellow eyes darted back and forth.
He started by examining my chest.
To see if my breathing was steady or strained.
Then he quickly moved to my shoulders, arms, waist, thighs, calves, ankles, and toes.
In an instant, his gaze scanned my entire body, tracking my every movement.
Where I moved, where my movements endedâ
Seong Yul constantly analyzed it all.
Even when I shifted my arm to feint an attackâ
Shhhkâ!!!
A sharp sword force dug deep as though to seal off my maneuver.
He had identified it as a feint.
âThis brat.â
Sharp instincts.
An excellent natural talent.
His sword grew faster with each passing moment.
Despite his level, the overall refinement of his technique was remarkable.
He didnât shy away from combat and pressed forward without hesitation.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
While the bloodlust emanating from his sword was somewhat grating, it was tolerable.