Whooshâ!
The blade sliced through the air with a heavy resonance.
Slower than a sword, perhapsâ
But its sheer size and density created an oppressive weight, like a towering mountain descending.
And when wielded by someone beyond Hwagyeong, the bladeâs weight turned into devastating power.
BOOMâ!
The Blade Kingâs sword struck the ground.
Crackâ!
The solid floor split apart, debris flying everywhere.
It was raw, unbridled destructionâ
And it wasnât over yet.
âHah!â
A sharp breath escaped Peng Zhou as he twisted his body.
Black Blade Tempest.
A half-spin unleashed a wave of compressed Qiâ
A thick Blade Force erupted outward.
CRASHâ!
The destructive energy carved through the arena.
It was a spectacle that left jaws hangingâ
A technique built purely for destruction, overwhelming in its might.
And yetâ
âNo wayâ¦â
âWhat the hell are we seeing?â
The audience murmured, their shock almost palpable.
But it wasnât awe for Peng Zhouâs power.
Noâ
Their eyes were glued to Bi Eejin.
The Twin Dragon.
A descendant of the Seoan Bi ClanâPaejonâs discipleâknown as a Late-Stage Grandmaster.
Before the match, everyone had assumed he wouldnât even last a moment.
Even as Paejonâs disciple, he was expected to crumble.
âThe Blade Kingâs presence is overwhelming, and yetâ¦â
âHe hasnât moved. Not even once.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Amid the devastation of the arenaâ
One spot remained untouched.
Bi Eejin.
He hadnât moved a single step since the match began.
Rooted in placeâ
Effortlessly deflecting Peng Zhouâs attacks.
âNo⦠heâs not blocking them.â
He wasnât just stopping the blows.
He was redirecting themâ
Deflecting the Blade Kingâs movements, dissipating the Blade Force, and denying him any openings.
All heâd done was lower his clasped hands.
That was it.
Standing like a stone, Bi Eejin neutralized everything.