Bachelor Swordsmanship Remastered [EN]: Chapter 258

258. The End of the Fight

“Tch, look at that punk’s eyes.”

In Tae-sang grumbled to Ji Tae-sang through telepathy.

“How can such a young brat block your sword?”

“It’s the Mind’s Eye.”

Sword Master Ji Tae-sang replied telepathically.

“Mind’s Eye?”

In Tae-sang frowned.

“Mind’s Eye, don’t tell me…”

“Yes.”

Ji Tae-sang said calmly.

“It seems this child sees the ‘flow,’ just like the Lord [referring to a high-level understanding of swordsmanship].”

There was no other explanation.

For twisting In Tae-sang’s fist and blocking Ji Tae-sang’s own sword.

“Damn it, where did such a guy come from?”

It was natural for In Tae-sang to click his tongue.

In Tae-sang, who had been glaring at Unhyun, suddenly spoke.

“Sword Old Man, isn’t there any way?”

“No.”

Ji Tae-sang’s answer was without hesitation.

In Tae-sang was dumbfounded.

“No way, even you, who is crazy about swords, has no way?”

“Yes.”

Because he was the Sword Master who was crazy about swords, Ji Tae-sang knew even more clearly.

That it was impossible to break Unhyun’s swordsmanship.

“No, then who on earth…”

“You.”

Ji Tae-sang said telepathically.

“I can’t. So if you have to find a way, you have to do it.”

In Tae-sang was so surprised by the telepathy that he turned to look at Ji Tae-sang.

However, Ji Tae-sang’s expression was as indifferent as ever.

“Huh.”

In Tae-sang let out a hollow laugh.

But soon, he said with a gleam in his eyes.

“Yes. You’re right.”

It was as Sword Master Ji Tae-sang said.

He had to find a way. Because he was the one who deceived the heavens, the Sky Deceiver, Manong In Tae-sang.

“If I have to do it, I’ll do it right away. Heh heh heh.”

Unhyun frowned slightly as In Tae-sang laughed.

Unhyun could clearly sense that the atmosphere of the two Tae-sangs had changed.

“Haa!”

In Tae-sang shouted loudly and charged at Unhyun.

Unhyun immediately drew his sword and slashed down.

Clang.

The sound of metal rang between the bare fist and the blade.

Unhyun could tell that the fist was lighter than before, but Ji Tae-sang’s sword, which followed, did not give Unhyun time to think.

Thud, rumble, crash.

Sword Master Ji Tae-sang’s sword was still heavy.

The combination of In Tae-sang’s dazzling fist and Ji Tae-sang’s heavy sword strikes made it impossible for Unhyun to let his guard down even for a moment.

“Hey! Aren’t you getting tired of this?”

In Tae-sang said, unleashing a flurry of fists.

His chatter, which had stopped for a while, started again.

“We can’t keep wrestling all night, can we? You’re young, so you’re okay, but my arms and legs are already aching. Ouch.”

Instead of answering, Unhyun drew Myeong [his sword’s name] more grandly.

“Oh my, someone’s going to get hurt.”

Manong In Tae-sang lightly rotated his body in the air.

His eyes suddenly caught sight of Dokgo-rang.

A man with a fierce look in his eyes, clenching his teeth and staring at this place, his spirit like a sharp sword.

‘Should I use that guy?’

But In Tae-sang soon dismissed the thought.

‘That poisonous guy, look at his eyes.’

In Tae-sang could tell.

That if he took Dokgo-rang hostage, Dokgo-rang would immediately cut his own throat.

“Take it easy, take it easy. Heh heh heh.”

Clang, rumble.

The fist, the sword strike, and Myeong’s swordsmanship intertwined dazzlingly.

‘Wait a minute. Come to think of it…’

In Tae-sang thought, throwing a shower of fists.

His fist was futilely blocked by Myeong, but he didn’t expect much since it was just a light blow.

Of course, even if it was light, it was powerful enough to kill the opponent instantly.

Bang.

‘That guy brought this guy, right?’

The presences he was chasing were two.

But only one person used the lightness skill [a martial art technique for moving swiftly].

At first, he casually dismissed it, but when he thought about it, it was strange.

Having already been discovered, why wouldn’t he use the lightness skill?

Whoosh.

Unhyun’s sword, Myeong, cut through the air in front of In Tae-sang’s nose.

“Oh my, this old man is going to die. You punk!”

His words were playful, but In Tae-sang felt a chill down his spine.

Who else but the Lord had driven him this far?

‘A guy with this much talent doesn’t use lightness?’

Suddenly, one possibility flashed through In Tae-sang’s mind.

It was an absurd assumption, but it was worth trying. No, maybe this was the only way.

Swoosh.

His actions were fast.

In Tae-sang immediately pulled his body back. As if to fill the void, Sword Master Ji Tae-sang’s sword strikes poured down.

Thud, thud, thud.

Each sword strike contained tremendous power. Unhyun calmly deflected the sword strikes.

It was then.

“You punk!”

In Tae-sang shouted from a short distance away.

He smiled at Unhyun.

“It’s a gift. Take it.”

Thud, thwack.

In Tae-sang, who had stepped on something and cut it off with his foot, lightly kicked it up.

From the place where the discarded torches and the corpses of the dead Hwangcheon warriors [members of an enemy faction] were scattered, a round object flew straight toward Unhyun.

***

Unhyun also knew that In Tae-sang was plotting something.

The fact that he had been silent and then became talkative again, the lighter fists, and the shining eyes were telling him that.

Even when In Tae-sang pulled his body back, Unhyun had already expected it.

That he would launch a new attack.

But Unhyun was confident.

No matter what kind of martial art it was, his sword, Myeong, would not allow it to approach.

But what In Tae-sang kicked up exceeded Unhyun’s expectations.

Whoosh.

The moment he saw it, Unhyun was shocked.

Unhyun, who had withdrawn Sword Master Ji Tae-sang’s heavy sword strikes, reflexively drew Myeong and slashed down.

Toward the face of the dead man flying straight at him.

Splat.

Blood and brain fluid splattered everywhere.

Unhyun had no choice but to cover himself with it.

“Heh heh heh, woo-ha-ha-ha.”

Manong In Tae-sang’s laughter echoed loudly.

“A monster like you is afraid of a dead head?”

In Tae-sang shouted, his eyes blazing like fire.

“Now that I see it, it was all in vain! You were just a show-off! Woo-ha-ha-ha!”

Manong In Tae-sang laughed to his heart’s content.

Unhyun gritted his teeth without even wiping away the flowing blood and brain fluid.

They had finally found Unhyun’s weakness.

‘In the end…’

Maybe he already knew. But he was trying to ignore it.

What Unhyun was confident in was sparring, not fighting.

“Kuhahaha! Have you ever seen such an absurd guy? Woo-ha-ha-ha.”

In Tae-sang laughed, patting his round belly.

From that moment on, the aspect of the fight completely changed.

Clang, clang, clang.

“Hey! How does it feel? When your sword cuts through bone and flesh, how does that touch feel!”

In Tae-sang’s voice echoed loudly, carrying sonic power.

Unhyun gritted his teeth.

But the blood and flesh stuck to his face interfered with his concentration.

“Is it creepy? Is it scary?”

Thud, rumble, crash.

Unhyun’s Myeong was still blocking the combined attacks of the two Tae-sangs.

But the disadvantage was clear.

The body parts of the dead that In Tae-sang occasionally sent flying were also one of the things that tormented Unhyun.

“Or is it thrilling?”

In Tae-sang’s eyes flashed with a sinister light.

His words reminded Unhyun of a terrible memory.

The horrific scenes of slaughter he had seen in the Martial Alliance Pavilion [a central building for martial artists].

The sight of blood splattering and corpses being trampled under the hooves of horses appeared vividly before his eyes.

‘Ugh.’

The bitter smell of blood at the tip of his nose.

Unhyun felt a surge of nausea for a moment.

At that moment, Unhyun’s swordsmanship, which had been flowing like water, faltered.

The one mistake that would have come sooner or later.

That mistake determined the victory or defeat of the fight.

Swoosh.

In the moment when Myeong’s swordsmanship paused, In Tae-sang’s fat body flowed like the wind in front of Unhyun’s nose.

In Tae-sang smiled and whispered.

“Got you.”

Thud.

With a tremendous shock, pain ran through Unhyun’s entire body.

Manong In Tae-sang’s fist was ruthlessly ravaging Unhyun’s lower abdomen.

Crack.

In the midst of the shattering pain, Unhyun screamed.

But he couldn’t hear anything in his ears.

Crack.

In Tae-sang gritted his teeth and pushed his fist deeper.

The world was shattering into pieces before Unhyun’s eyes.

***

Thud.

Unhyun’s body collapsed helplessly.

The sword of the North Sea, Myeong, was still in his hand, but Unhyun had completely lost consciousness.

“What a monster.”

In Tae-sang said, looking down at Unhyun.

He had defeated Unhyun, but In Tae-sang’s expression was not very good.

Thud.

Ji Tae-sang sheathed his sword and approached the fallen Unhyun.

Ji Tae-sang, who had been looking down at Unhyun for a while, said.

“Did you have to do this?”

“Then what should I do?”

In Tae-sang frowned and said.

“How can I take this guy if I don’t break his dantian [energy center]? I’m going to die if I mess up, who’s going to care about my situation?”

In Tae-sang’s words were right.

But Ji Tae-sang’s eyes still didn’t seem pleased.

Because shaking the opponent in this way, and the fight ending like this, was not what Ji Tae-sang wanted.

“Did you completely destroy it?”

Ji Tae-sang asked, as if he had regrets.

But perhaps that was an unnecessary question.

Because no one could be safe after being hit by Manong In Tae-sang’s fist.

“You don’t even care that I almost died? Look at this old man!”

Swish.

In Tae-sang held out his right hand.

His hand was covered with an untimely white frost.

“…Cold energy?”

“Yeah, you punk!”

In Tae-sang frowned.

“Did I completely destroy it? Of course, it would have been completely destroyed. If it were another guy!”

In Tae-sang continued, looking down at the fallen Unhyun.

“I poured all my power into it. I was going to smash his dantian. Do you know what happened then?”

In Tae-sang gritted his teeth.

“I felt a cold energy all over my body in an instant. If I had stayed there a little longer, I would have died first.”

The moment In Tae-sang slammed his fist into Unhyun’s dantian, what covered In Tae-sang was a terrifyingly huge cold energy.

No, it was already fear.

If In Tae-sang had withdrawn his hand a little later, the person who would have fallen dead in this place would have been himself.

“Cold energy…”

Ji Tae-sang recalled when Unhyun had blocked his sword.

That tremendous power, and the spreading white frost, was that what it meant?

“Did he learn the Freezing Qi Gong [a martial art technique]?”

In Tae-sang grumbled to Ji Tae-sang, who was looking down at Unhyun.

“The dantian is probably broken. But never wake this guy up. I hate even thinking about it.”

In Tae-sang’s voice was full of emotion.

“Anyway, we caught him, so let’s take him to the young master quickly.”

In Tae-sang kicked the fallen Unhyun.

Then Unhyun, who had been lying dead, groaned.

“Ugh.”

“Oh my, look at this poisonous guy. Is he already trying to wake up?”

In Tae-sang clicked his tongue.

“Even if I put a hole in his lower abdomen instead of his dantian, he’d still be energetic. What a monster.”

In Tae-sang, who had been grumbling, suddenly noticed the gaze directed at him.

“Huh?”

The person who came into In Tae-sang’s eyes as he turned his head was Dokgo-rang.

“Why are you still standing there? Get lost! Before I kill you!”

In Tae-sang said, pretending to be intimidating.

But neither In Tae-sang nor Ji Tae-sang had any intention of using their hands on Dokgo-rang.

It was a kind of emptiness that came after finishing a huge fight.

Now their work was over.

But for Dokgo-rang, it was just the beginning.