Chapter 808: PAID

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Wi Seol-ah and Namgung Bi-ah are fighting.

It wasn’t exactly surprising.

Even in this life, they had sparred a few times.

Not often, but enough that I’d seen them cross swords now and then.

The results had never been clear.

Those spars weren’t about deciding a winner—they were about sharpening their blades against each other. Neither of them had ever been truly serious.

It was always just practice.

That’s why I hadn’t given it much thought this time either.

‘A quick spar, nothing more.’

Or so I’d assumed.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Screeeech—!!

Crackle—!!!

“...”

Something had gone terribly wrong.

The longer the fight dragged on, the clearer that became.

The sheer intensity of the energy flooding the air made it hard to breathe.

Kiiiiiiiii—!!

The sharp, tearing sound of swords slicing through the air felt like it was ripping space apart.

Golden shards of light shimmered wherever the sword auras clashed.

At a glance, the scene might’ve been called beautiful.

But—

Screech! Screeeech—!!

The rain of sword auras made it impossible to appreciate the beauty.

Flashes of light filled the sky, as if countless crescent moons had been carved out of the air.

Calling them mere sword winds didn’t do their strength or destructive power justice.

And with each burst of energy, it was obvious just how much Qi was being expended.

‘Now that I think about it… Wi Seol-ah’s energy reserves aren’t normal.’

I’d seen her struggle with skill or stamina before—but never with Qi capacity.

It meant her dantian and vessel were unusually vast.

She was hurling out firepower based on raw reserves, but—

‘Her control is just as terrifying as her power.’

Despite the chaotic bursts of Qi, her flying swords remained perfectly synchronized, rotating and maneuvering with precision.

They acted as distractions and traps, constantly changing the flow of the battle.

Controlling sword auras while simultaneously manipulating flying swords—

It was such a ridiculous feat that even the onlookers’ expressions told the whole story.

How could someone so small and delicate wield such explosive strength and control?

It defied every expectation of what a martial artist should be capable of.