Surviving as a Rival in a Martial Arts Novel - Surviving as a Rival in a Martial Arts Novel chapter 65

Chapter 65 – The Sword Star Falls (01)

I’m out of breath.

Just the gentle energy of the swordsman made me gasp and instinctively reach for the sword, but the energy I was feeling right now was not at that level.

The energy of the person who tries to give us infinitely kind and comfortable energy and the person who is full of malice and hostility could not have been the same in the first place.

“Off… Off…”

Demons who have not reached the peak expert level begin to collapse, with blood spouting from their mouths.

Not the level of influence of Marasimgong, but simply its existence.

Just as a small boat capsizes only with the waves created when a huge merchant ship passes by, Somafu and I, who had barely reached the peak, were leaning against each other and shivering. If we were a small boat, the rest of us were closer to fish, so we were caught in the waves. It is caught, torn apart, and dies, exposing its belly.

‘This kind of monster… Exists?’

The Dark Lord and the Six Lords of the Black Moon Party escaped, but now I, no, we could do nothing but watch them run away.

I was able to realize why Geomseong had been watching this battle until now.

He was not watching, he was dealing with it.

In order to protect us from this evil spirit, they were protecting us nationally.

“Calm down.”

The only one shining among us who were suffocating in darkness, the sword star shining alone in the shadow consumed by the black moon, was emitting a peaceful light among us.

As the energy he gave off enveloped us, the fallen demons were finally able to breathe, and Somafu and I were finally able to come to our senses, free from the state of leaning on each other’s bodies.

“This is ridiculous… Even my father didn’t go to this level…!”

Somahu, who was already in a state of panic and crying, hid behind me and started crying like a scared child. Socheonma was able to hold on thanks to Cheonmahu’s energy, but even Cheonmahu was unable to move because his complexion was pale.

“Get over it. Ah, you have a chance.”

I tried to gain strength while receiving the support of the Sword Saint, but the endless helplessness dominated everything, and I was in a state where I wanted to collapse and cry at any moment.

“Now stop harassing the weak and show yourself.”

He appears.

It was as if I had taken a walk in this Demonic Cult’s headquarters, a fierce battlefield with corpses strewn about.

He wears neat, classy clothes and walks like a normal person, as if he were a master of a prestigious political faction. A person with slightly red eyes and sharp, spiky hair tied back roughly… A person in his early 30s, who appears to be somewhere between young and middle-aged.

However, just as I felt that the shrine lord who used the black sword was young, I felt endless age and fear in this person.

“I’d like to hear an explanation of who he is. Let me introduce him first. Although Nobu is a lowly person, he is said to be a sword saint and an Eonsam-sik.”

When Geomsung first introduced himself politely, the man pulled out her sword with an insensitive expression on his face.

“The shadow of the black moon will devour the world. The false world will come to an end.”

“I know that’s your slogan. However, it’s usually polite to introduce each other when sharing swords.”

“I don’t know if such courtesy is necessary when we are fighting to kill each other.”

“That’s why we need even more courtesy. If we are not polite when killing and killing each other, we are no different from uncivilized animals.”

At the heavy words of the swordsman, he closed his eyes for a moment and revealed his identity.

“Head of the Black Moon Hall.”

The daily leader of the Black Moon Party.

He spoke of his name without any other nickname, just the nickname “Empty Moon.”

“Heo-wol (虛月).”

Just saying that he was the strongest among the prominent Black Moon Party executives was more than enough to introduce himself.

“The Lord of the Black Moon said: If this is successful, just leave. Even if it fails, just leave. However.”

His black eyes turn black as if swallowing the light, then return to their original state.

“If the Sword Saint appears, kill him unconditionally.”

“The head of the Black Moon clan said that? hehehehe… I don’t know who it is, but they say that Nobu, who was abandoned by the Murim Alliance, is so scary.”

“After meeting you, I understand. Why the main party, not the leader of this party, must move.”

The black sword appears.

“You’re strong, you guy.”

“Kkkkkkk… That’s too much praise for an old man like Nobu.”

Even though it was clearly daylight and the sun was shining, Jeildangju’s sword was completely black, like banta black.

Contrast, gloss, and even reflection are not allowed… A heterogeneous blackness that looks as if a defect has appeared in the air.

‘A sword made of black iron? No, it’s not like black iron, that’s…’

“He is the head of the Black Moon Party who treats the supreme master like a piece of stubble. It won’t be easy.”

Geomseong put his treasured sword into its scabbard and raised his hand.

“I won’t pay attention. Let’s go straight from the beginning.”

Kiiiiing!

At that moment, all the swords in this place began to cry.

Swords on the waists of fallen demons, swords held on by stumbling sticks, swords held in the hands of corpses or half-broken swords.

The swords, which numbered close to a thousand, were crying and trembling, and the Hancheol sword I was carrying was no exception.

Ugh… Ugh…

The sword held in the broken grip was crying as if it wanted to go to the Sword Saint at any moment, and soon all the swords here flew to the side of the Sword Saint.

“Mangeomhwawoo(萬劍花雨).”

I could tell by looking at this.

It is said that the Mancheonhwawoo of the Four Heavenly Dangmun is nothing more than a clumsy imitation of the Mangeomhwawoo of the Geomseong.

I could guarantee that there would be no dance that could compete with such an overwhelming sense of intimidation, like the gigantic swords fired by 10,000 sword saints.

“Is it just a trick that relies on numbers?”

“This is the path of the sword I found.”

Although all the swords were gathered to protect the sword castle, he raised only one sword, his black sword, and began to walk slowly.

Ten thousand swords follow the gestures of the Sword Saint.

Let’s go!

However, as if grinding millet cans into a grinder, dozens of swords broke each time Cheildangju’s black sword was swung, and Geomseong was moving his hands as if conducting music, pouring down a rain of swords.

It felt as if the rock was being carved with water droplets.

We know in our heads that even water droplets can chip away at rocks depending on the intensity and time, and even split them apart, but in reality, it seems difficult to realize the rain of swords fired by Geomseong in front of the first leader who approaches one step at a time. Looked weak.

‘No… Ah!’

However, while everyone was focusing on the breaking sword, I realized that the fragments of the breaking sword were slowly creating wounds on the body of the first leader.

Even though the rain of swords was literally breaking down like water droplets trying to chip away at a rock, it was slowly soaking the body of the first party leader.

‘You can do it!’

As the First Head of the House approached the Sword Saint, people’s complexions turned pale, but I could tell that the First Head’s body was also gradually breaking apart.

Clink…

Not only I, but also those who came to their senses, began to notice that as hundreds of swords broke and fell with all their might, the body of the first leader was slowly being damaged, and soon there were only a few dozen swords left by the swordsman’s side. At that time, the first leader had arrived at Samjang Street in Geomseong.

If you put internal power into the sword, or if you put internal power into the slash while swinging the black sword, the moment you reach the distance where you can hit the sword saint.

Wow!

The black sword alternated between vertical and horizontal cuts in the air, causing an explosion, shattering all the remaining swords, and Cheildanju’s body flew towards the sword saint like black lightning.

“Aha!”

At that moment, I instinctively let go of the handle of my Hancheol sword and sent it to the sword saint.

Geomseong held his treasured sword in his right hand and my Hancheol sword in his left hand, and put his internal power into both swords so that they shined so brightly.

Eventually, its internal power became a tangible force that scattered light in rainbow colors, and it became a sword force like starlight so beautiful that everyone in the room exhaled admiration beyond demons and warriors.

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A single blow.

The moment he approached the range, two slashes wielded by the swordsman flew towards Jeildangju’s neck like scissors to cut it off, and Jeildangju’s black sword was inserted in the middle to block it.

In that situation where no one could tell who would win, I felt that all things around me were moving slowly and even the lightning-like unity of the Sword Master and the Cheil Danju seemed slow.

Cheo-eok-

I could clearly see that my Hancheol sword, which was shining inside the rainbow-colored sword body, was distorted due to a crack that started from a hole in the middle of the sword body.

‘No’

The game was already decided before I could shout.

The moment the sword held in the left hand could not withstand the force of the sword and crumbled, the slash was not perfect and was only half, and the black sword, which completely contained the power of the first party, split into two and cut off both arms of the swordsman.

Tuk. Clink!

It was not until the Sword Saint’s severed arm fell to the floor and the handle of the Hancheol sword that had been thrown from his hand rolled on the floor and made a noise that people knew what had become of the winner.

“Aha!”

The treasured sword attached to the remaining severed arm of the Sword Saint flew toward me, and as I was about to jump in, the sword collided with my chest and forcibly pushed me away.

“Uh..!!”

“Please tell me a story.”

The moment when you smile brightly as if it wasn’t your fault.

A black sword was stuck in the sword’s plexus.

“Not…!”

“Okay…!”

After Socheonma and Somahu exchanged glances, they tried to throw their weapons and fists at the body of the swordsman, not the head of the first clan.

Sword Saint’s body was taken over by the Black Moon Party and forcibly planted with the Mara Heart Ball, which was intended to mutilate her body in order to prevent her from becoming the worst real-life woman.

Normally, I would have thought the same thing before going in, but after receiving the sword that was thrown hard enough to bruise my chest, I was no longer able to think normally.

“Whoa whoa whoa!!!”

Chiiing!

A sharp treasured sword appears.

It is more ordinary than the Hancheol sword and looks like a Cheonggang sword, but its elegance and strength are extraordinary. I tried to force it to vibrate by hitting it with all my strength, but it only held on firmly.

Huuung!

Jeil Dangju, who had an opportunity to exchange blows with the swordsman, swung his sword towards Heo Wol’s neck, but just by lightly touching the black sword to the sword blade, the blow was blocked and my sword was fixed.

‘I was aiming for this…!’

It didn’t matter if my fist was broken.

I press down on the black sword with my power to prevent it from moving, and I start pounding the sword surface of the sword with my fist.

Because it was a dawn that easily manifested itself due to the elasticity of the Hancheol Sword, the desired vibration could not be easily achieved with materials other than the Hancheol Sword.

Therefore, like striking a bell, I forcefully activate the dawn by continuing to strike until the desired vibration is produced, even if my fingers are bent and the little finger is broken and distorted.

“Duuu!!”

Ugh!!

With the final blow, my left hand was completely broken and even my wrist was twisted, but I used the treasured sword to cast Dawn and disperse the Mara Heart Ball.

“I would have said that the remaining talents were meaningless.”

But this person was not hit.

Although he is the head of the Black Moon Party, he throws away my sword with a normal expression as if he has not yet mastered the Mara Heart Attack itself –

Wow!

Heo Yue swung his black sword as if chasing away a troublesome insect.

“Ah…!”

The blood gushing out of my chest blocks my vision and my entire body feels weak.

For some reason, my eyes are turning red after being fatally injured…

I felt like I was seeing a lion with flowing black hair.