Disciple Of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 516

The blood sword in Rowoon’s hand.

“That’s a fine sword,” the Sword King praised, his eyes fixed on it.

The sword, seemingly born from a mass of blood, appeared to be a manifestation of the Blood Demon Divine Art [a martial art focused on manipulating blood energy].

“Did you make it?” he asked.

In truth, it was a form created when the anger and greed he had suppressed abandoned their forms and completely merged with him.

The sword, imbued with the power of the Four Dragons and the chaotic energy, had melted into Rowoon’s blood, ready to answer his call at any time.

No one but Rowoon could ever wield it, and when needed, it could transform.

*Woong!*

It could shift into a form optimized for Rowoon’s movements, making it more valuable than an ego sword [a sword with its own will and personality].

His opponent was the Sword King.

He was called that because he stood at the pinnacle of swordsmanship, unmatched by anyone. Yet, he was also an existence who could handle any sword or weapon and recognize its true worth.

Even a rusted sword found on the battlefield would become a masterpiece in his hands.

“Yes. What do you think?” Rowoon asked.

“Excellent,” the Sword King replied.

Rowoon nodded at the praise.

“It’s a sword that embodies your essence, your emotions, everything about you. Its birth was unique, but it has become a truly complete sword after being with you on the battlefield.”

The Sword King did not hold back his admiration.

The hazy sword in the Sword King’s hand.

“It’s been a while,” Rowoon said to the Sword King.

“Espencia also greets you with pleasure,” the Sword King replied.

If Rowoon’s sword surpassed an ego sword in value, the Sword King’s sword could be said to stand at the pinnacle of ego swords.

King of all weapons.

King of all swords.

*Kooong!*

Anything in the form of a weapon, anything in the form of a sword, was overwhelmed by the Sword King’s sword, Espencia, and could not exert its power.

Truly.

-The Emperor’s Sword.

The Emperor’s Sword and.

-The Emperor of Swords.

It was truly a sword befitting the Sword King, his master.

The hundreds of years he had spent with his masters.

Even during that long time, Rowoon had only seen Espencia a handful of times, a rare experience.

The Sword King rarely drew Espencia.

-A sword is.

Once, when he first taught him what a sword was.

-Look.

Once more, when the Sword King’s teachings began in earnest.

-This is perfection.

Finally.

Once, when the Sword King’s teachings ended.

Those were the only three times he had seen the Sword King’s sword, Espencia.

And.

*Jjeorit!*

The sensation at that time remained like a brand on Rowoon, leaving an indelible mark.

The feeling of being cut by Espencia was more intense and thrilling than any pain he had ever felt.

Espencia was the sword that showed him what true beauty was and the overwhelming power that dominated him.

To be facing such an Espencia meant.

‘Sincerity.’

It meant that the Sword King was now facing him with all his sincerity.

“Shall we begin?” Rowoon asked.

The Sword King’s teachings, which he had always spoken of.

The Sword King was silent.

-A swordsman.

He always said.

-Speaks with the sword.

He was taciturn, but when the time came to speak, when the time came to converse, unlike the Martial King who would explain things at length, he would pick up even a twig.

*Woong-!*

Watching it being raised high and slowly falling, Rowoon could feel many things.

And now.

“As always, let’s do it,” the Sword King said.

It was the moment when their conversation began again.

*Pasut!*

Rowoon and the Sword King’s figures disappeared.

*Paat!*

At the same time, with the reappearance of their figures.

*Kaang!*

The blood sword and Espencia collided, sparking flames.

At that moment, which seemed insignificant for the clash of absolutes.

*Kuaaaang!*

All time in all directions seemed to stop.

Soon.

*Kwaaaaaaa!*

The imperial castle, except for the space where the two were standing, began to collapse.

* * *

It was like kendo [a Japanese martial art of swordsmanship].

It was also like chess.

Unlike quickly moving and aiming for each other’s weaknesses, their movements were heavy like emperors.

*Shweeek!*

And fierce like emperors.

And the aftermath that followed.

*Kuwaaaaaaa!*

Was as distant as the footsteps of an emperor.

The imperial castle built by the Empire was collapsing.

*Pasut!*

The two figures disappeared and.

*Paat!*

When the two figures reappeared and collided.

*Kukukukukuku!*

The earth was shaking, and the sky was roaring.

A cold chill flowed through Rowoon’s hand.

The chilling cold, which could not be compared to that of the Partisan [a type of spear], was so fierce that it froze even Rowoon’s soul.

However.

*Hwareuk!*

Flames erupted from Rowoon’s body.

“Excellent,” the Sword King praised.

The seven sword forms in the Emperor’s Sword.

Each sword form resonated with nature and had the power to reproduce the immense power of nature.

Pushing back the cold chill with intense fire.

*Guuung!*

In the next collision, he suppressed the flowing water with the power of the earth.

The imperial castle, which was solid and firm due to the thousands of years of history and technology of the Empire, and the magic circle of Bondeno, was collapsing helplessly under their collision.

Also.

-How have you been?

It was as if a voice was heard each time a collision occurred.

-How have you been, my master?

It was as if Rowoon was also making a voice.

-Have you not been weary?

The two who met each other had faint smiles on their faces.

Even though life was being crushed and nature was collapsing, their instincts were feeling it.

-I was weary.

Joy.

They were feeling the joy of being happiest when they held a sword as swordsmen, the joy felt when they wielded that sword.

-I was too.

*Kwaaaang!*

The two who were disappearing and colliding.

However, they were not going outside a certain radius.

Even though the imperial castle was being destroyed and collapsing, the ground they were standing on was perfectly fine, drawing a small circle.

*Kwang!*

The earth was dented, and the remains of the collapsed imperial castle were falling down.

*Kwaaaang!*

Only the ground where Rowoon and the Sword King stood was fine.

-I missed you.

-I did too.

Another collision.

The two swords were saying the same thing.

‘Sadness.’

There was something that the Sword King, his master, had always said.

-A swordsman’s sword must never lie.

To make a sword perfect, the sword must be purer than anything else.

The deep intentions and emotions of the swordsman must be contained in the sword.

-The moment a lie is contained in the sword, that swordsman is as good as dead.

The Sword King, who was extremely taciturn.

But conversely, he was purer than anyone else.

The Martial King, who seemed bright with many words and a cheerful personality, had a deeper darkness within him than anyone else.

The inner self of the Demon King, who had a serious and captivating smile, was always riddled with deep wounds.

The Sword King had no change in expression and did not speak much, but.

*Kwang!*

He was purer than anyone else.

When he crossed swords with him, Rowoon could feel how much he cared about him.

“A dead swordsman….”

Rowoon could feel that he had deep intentions.

Rowoon said to the Sword King while their swords were touching.

“Then, Master, are you a dead swordsman?”

*Twitch.*

The Sword King’s eyes twitched.

“I already felt it before.”

There were the teachings of his masters.

At first, Rowoon was just an ordinary player who had lost his power, but he grew up by receiving their teachings.

At first, he did not understand what the sword was.

However.

“That there is something hidden in your sword, Master.”

As the teachings deepened and the enlightenment deepened, he began to feel something.

And finally, in the sparring match they had when the Sword King’s teachings ended, Rowoon felt it.

Espencia, which he had encountered at that time.

From that.

-Sadness.

That the Sword King was looking at him and feeling deep sadness.

“At that time, I didn’t care about anything. I had received a new life from my masters, and I thought that it was okay for my masters to do anything to me.”

Even if they used him, it was okay.

“And I feel it now too.”

The Sword King’s sadness.

“Are you a dead swordsman, Master?” Rowoon asked again.

*Kuwaaaang!*

Another collision.

The Sword King’s deep sadness could be felt.

But it was not felt why it was.

A swordsman’s sword must be purer than anything else and must have nothing to hide.

However, the Sword King was intentionally hiding his own will and manipulating his sword.

“I am….”

The Sword King said.

“A swordsman.”

As if it was not a matter of life or death.

*Woong!*

Once again, the honest sword strike of the Sword King was struck down towards Rowoon.

It was truly a beautiful trajectory.

It was a basic downward strike for a swordsman, but it was a perfect sword strike that made him feel as if the world was falling towards him, and he could not even think of avoiding it or facing it.

Rowoon.

*Sseuk.*

He raised his sword diagonally and received it.

*Kuuung!*

The two colliding swords resonated again, creating a vortex.

“Now….” Rowoon said with a bitter smile.

“You have become a true swordsman.”

From his master’s sword, his will and hidden meaning began to be felt.

* * *

The imperial castle was collapsing helplessly.

The sight he had seen on his way here, and what he had felt when he entered the imperial castle, was that this place was like a representation of all the worlds he had experienced and felt.

The Empire, which could be said to be the Sword King’s hometown, the world of martial artists, Eun, the Gehenna [a place of torment] of the demons, and….

‘Earth.’

The Earth, which could be said to be his hometown.

Also, what was supporting the imperial castle was another world, Yggdrasil [a mythical tree connecting all realms], so the imperial castle was.

‘World.’

It was as if it was talking about the world that made him up.

That imperial castle.

*Kururururu! Kwang!*

Was collapsing in the collision between Rowoon and the Sword King.

It was like.

-This is you.

As if saying something.

-This is the power you have.