Surviving as a Rival in a Martial Arts Novel - Surviving as a Rival in a Martial Arts Novel chapter 97

Chapter 97 – Lee Dang-ju Heuk Gwang-mu (03)

Patter!

Long hair falls from the back of her neck.

Her hair, which had once shined beautifully as if connected to the universe, had now turned plain white and had fallen out, and the only hair that remained was a single strand behind her neck.

‘Cut’

Lee Dang-ju’s heart was very weak.

She was strong on the outside, but her mind went out in all directions and she only knew how to hurt others, but she had no ability to protect herself.

Since she had no intention of protecting herself, her self-defense strength was below standard and almost non-existent. Even though her heart sword was huge and sharp, it had almost no durability.

With her white hair flying everywhere and her bob cut, Lee Dang-ju was dazedly holding on to her own broken heart.

Shake it off.

It was the exact opposite of the Murim Lord’s case.

Even though her body was cut, she kept her heart, so even though her throat was split and she died, she kept her own mind, but on the contrary, she saved her body, but instead the sword of her heart was shattered, leaving only her body and her soul. It seemed as if it had disappeared.

‘I’m still not good enough’

You should be able to cut both the body and mind at the same time, but you can only cut one of them. My first thought was that it was far away.

“……Are you finished?”

Ban Gyu-seong, who was watching the situation, asked carefully.

Lee Dan-ju’s hair, which had been attacking her with a ferocious force just moments ago, had returned to white as if the color had faded, and her eyes were dead and she sat down, as if her soul had disappeared.

“It’s over.”

The heart sword I swung, Myeongwol, cut off her fighting spirit itself.

Even though her body is almost intact, she no longer has the will to harm or be hostile to anyone, so she has been more clearly incapacitated than if she abolished her dantian and cut her ligaments.

Especially, the higher the level of the warrior she was, the greater the sense of loss she felt when her heart was broken, so it was not strange for her to sit down in a soulless state, as if her thread had been cut.

Pajik!

Until thorns pierced her body and grew once again.

“Ah… Ahhh…!”

“……!”

I haven’t been this embarrassed since I vaguely saw the shape of a heart.

Of course, losing once is not the end, and even if the sword of the heart is cut by someone else, a new sword of the heart can be raised again at any time.

However, in the process, efforts close to rehabilitation and recovery were required, and a lot of time and opportunity were needed, but as her thorn-shaped heart was easily broken, thorns once again grew from her body, piercing her entire body. The shape of the heart began to grow.

Her body wriggled and twisted this way and that, as if she was threading a doll to move it, and within a few seconds, Idangju was once again conjuring up a thorn tree shape equal to its original size.

‘No, this… I felt a sense of strangeness, but it wasn’t a heart attack…’

She has no sword in her heart.

The heart I cut out now was not that of the white-haired girl in front of her, but someone else’s.

Just as I moved Seolhwa and went out, something else was inserting its own heart sword and moving her body!

‘There is a feeling of cuts. But… It’s not the Lee Dangju in front of me.’

It has a home-made taste.

You might be wondering what kind of touch he had with the sword, but since the sensation of cutting something was conveyed, I was able to guess that he had dealt a blow to the opponent.

“Ah, baby… Yes…”

Idangju stood up as the branches of the dark red thorn tree stretched out as if they were covered in blood.

“Huh…!”

When I tried to forcibly increase my energy, cold air came out from the hole in my Danjeon, my body temperature began to drop, and I felt like my lower body was freezing.

As if trying to force water out using a cracked jar, water and internal porosity were lost between the cracks, reducing efficiency and ruining the vessel.

‘Once again… I gather my heart and cut down. This time, body and mind at the same time…!’

The reason the attack didn’t work properly was because I didn’t understand the ‘enemy’ properly.

Because I thought I was breaking the sword of the heart wielded by the opponent, I was able to cut it with such ease that it seemed futile, but I did not think that it was not my own but the heart of someone controlling it.

If I’m mistaken, it was Myeongwol, the Simgeom sword, that didn’t even cut properly because it was the state of Simjeoksam where I could cut as I thought.

‘Once… Once again…!’

The dantian was frozen and white cold air was spewing out from the breath, but if I swung it again, I could win.

But while I was gathering her heart and making up my mind to cut down her enemy, she was smiling and talking with a happy expression on her face.

“My baby is calling me…”

Without a moment of hesitation, Lee Dang-ju throws her body away.

“Pfft!”

If we had had our heart and sword here, we could have ended it this time, but it was not easy to sharpen our mind to repel the enemy coming in from the front, and then suddenly change our mind to chase down the enemy who turned his back and ran away.

My physical body was already at its limit, and the amount of energy being lost from my body had exceeded the limit, to the point where Seola, who was covering my neck, was trembling and feeling cold.

‘You must not send it back from here’

But I was unable to pursue her because her physical body had long since reached its limit, and there was only one person I could trust in her skills enough to pursue her here.

After making eye contact and exchanging thoughts by blinking, Seolhwa began to chase after Lee Dangju, who was running away.

“Are you done?”

As I looked at Ban Gyu-seong asking me while waving her arms, I threw the snowflake to him.

Seol-ah’s fur was already frozen by my cold and she was trembling.

“No. It starts now.”

I felt like I would be in danger just by taking a step, so I sat down and started a fortune-telling breakfast to fill the hole in my danjeon.

I wasn’t worried that Seolhwa might be hit or missed.

Unlike before, her heart and sword had grown further. In that case, I have no choice but to believe it.

“Prevent anyone from coming within a distance of 10 meters (30 meters) around me… No, twice that distance, 20 meters (around 60 meters).”

“Wouldn’t it be better for me or others to escort you for now?”

“No. If you stay next to me, you’ll freeze to death.”

Since Mother Nature no longer had a colder and more pure energy than the cold air I gave off, it was difficult to take tonics or recover my energy through other means.

In the end, the only answer was self-treatment.

“Keep them away. I’m not the problem, they’re dead.”

Normally, it would be nonsense to say this, and if someone touches you in a bad situation, you would suspect that it is because you are in danger, but this guy’s iron head said he knew, so he took Seol-ah and distanced himself from me.

‘A simple guy’

But that’s why you can trust it.

I closed my eyes and entered meditation to reorganize my body, exhaling a breath so cold that it felt as if ice cubes would flow out.

‘You must create a perfect body condition’

If they’re going to send Idangju after me, it looks like the final battle will begin from now on.

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A man who has not slept for several days and is meditating in a dreamy space filled with fog, wearing only thin, newly woven clothes on his clean body.

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The sword hanging from his waist was digging into the floor so easily, but it was so thin that it was difficult to exist in reality, so it was right to say that it had no sense of thickness at all.

The man, who had been meditating with his eyes closed in front of a huge piece of meat placed in front of him, an object large enough to easily fit one or two people into it, opens his eyes wide.

Grumbling…

Bloody tears are flowing. And with a shocked expression on his face, he tried to touch the piece of meat in front of him.

Wow!

At that moment, a silver sword strike explodes above the piece of meat, and blood spurts out from the mist.

“Head of the family…!”

The eyes of the first leader of the Black Moon Party, Heo Wol, open wide.

Since he generally expressed very little emotion, just opening his eyes and shouting like he did now was a huge change, but since no one was watching the scene, there was no problem.

“Why is this happening all of a sudden…!”

I jumped over the street and the egg cracked.

No, there was a deep wound as if someone had cut it with a knife, and the contents were gushing out. At first, it was red like blood, but before I knew it, it had turned black and was dying.

Jeildangju held the open wound with trembling hands and tried to close it in any way possible, but the open wound did not close.

It was not a clean swordsmanship that did not open the wound unless it was deliberately twisted, like Cheildangju’s slash, but it was a crude slash that was closer to swinging a club than a swordsmanship, swinging the sword haphazardly and violently.

All he could do was wait for the blood to harden to black, fill the wound, and heal, and the head of the first family could only watch the process, shedding bloody tears.

A slash that ignores distance, spacing, and cause and effect.

According to the head of the first clan, there was no martial art or magic that could produce this effect, and he had long since killed all those who could produce an effect close to this.

There is only one person left who has potential.

Remembering the slash of the moonlight that remained in his eyes, the head of the first clan touched the body of the head of the clan, knowing that it was blasphemous and black blood was flowing down.

Only then did the head of the family, who was trembling with fear and pain, begin to calm down, but he could not stop himself from convulsing from the pain as blood oozed from his wounds.

“I will put up with the guy who hurt you.”

When a horizontal wound appeared on the head of the family, which was pressed into an oval shape by gravity, it no longer looked like a piece of meat but like an eye shedding black tears of blood.

“Definitely.”

With his clothes covered in black blood, the head of the first clan leaves the Black Moon Temple.

There was just a piece of meat still bleeding and crying.

In the end, the head of the first family ran away, unable to accept the fact that the perfect head of the family was damaged and the fact that he could not prevent it.

But he didn’t know because he had already turned around.

An egg is a world, and those who want to be born have no choice but to break the egg called the world.

Oh my…

Unfortunately, the head of the Black Moon Party could not see something being born through the cracked wound.