Yeon Ho-jeong.
My name, spoken for the first time by my nemesis.
‘He’s coming!’
Sa Mun-hyang launched himself off the ground.
Kwa kwa kwa kwang!!
The ground behind him shattered as he charged forward in a straight line. The earth split and surged to the sides, leaving a trail like a giant snake had passed, as if he were cutting through water at high speed. His speed was terrifying, and his inner energy was immense.
In an instant, Sa Mun-hyang was in front of Yeon Ho-jeong, swinging his left hand.
‘Fast!’
The trajectory of his strike was precise and deadly.
Yeon Ho-jeong raised the Golden Dragon Sky Piercer [a spear].
Kwang!
Sa Mun-hyang’s left hand shattered the Sky Piercer’s force and grabbed Yeon Ho-jeong’s collar.
‘……!’
If he had been a fraction of a second slower, his neck would have been caught, and the fight would have been over.
But this was also dangerous.
‘It won’t tear?’
He tried to tear off his collar himself, but it was impossible. The fabric had become as tough as if it were made of legendary silkworm silk.
‘Inner energy penetration!’
Sa Mun-hyang, anticipating his escape attempt, had quickly infused his inner energy, making Yeon Ho-jeong’s clothes incredibly tough and durable.
This was a significant development.
He had fought countless battles, but it was always Yeon Ho-jeong who predicted and acted on his opponent’s movements and intentions. True energy was influenced by thought, so he always controlled his inner energy first, even in unfavorable situations.
But now, for the first time, he had lost in that battle of true energy control.
Sa Mun-hyang swung his hand.
Whoosh!
He flew through the air helplessly.
He couldn’t swing the Mad Dragon Axe or throw a punch. Yeon Ho-jeong’s body slammed into the ground.
Kwaang!
Terrible pain shot through him.
Even with his protective aura, his back felt like it was about to break. The Yin Desolation energy [a type of dark energy] that had seeped into his clothes had instantly dissolved about half of his protective aura.
Sa Mun-hyang coldly swung his right hand.
Kwaduk!
His hand pierced into the ground. If he hadn’t turned his head to dodge, his skull would have been crushed.
Thwack!
Yeon Ho-jeong grabbed Sa Mun-hyang’s collar and increased his abdominal pressure.
Kwang!
A fighter’s strike, one might say.
He tried to headbutt him, using his head protected by the Yellow Dragon Banner [a type of protective headgear], but a loud bang echoed. As if he had already predicted Yeon Ho-jeong’s attack, Sa Mun-hyang had also erected an invisible barrier in front of him.
Tzzzzik!
Yeon Ho-jeong’s collar tore.
The moment he headbutted, Sa Mun-hyang’s inner energy also wavered for a moment. The Divine King energy [a type of holy energy] that had penetrated the gap drove out the evil energy and restored the hardened clothes to their original state.
Sa Mun-hyang’s two hands moved like lightning.
Kwa kwa kwa kwang!
It was a terrifyingly fast attack.
He blocked it with the Mad Dragon Axe like lightning, but the shock went into his head and neck. Yeon Ho-jeong felt his vision flash.
‘Danger!’
Yeon Ho-jeong twisted his waist.
Kwaang!
In that position, he twisted his body and landed a knee strike on Sa Mun-hyang’s side.
He didn’t fly away, but it was powerful enough to disrupt his stance. While Sa Mun-hyang was faltering, Yeon Ho-jeong, moving elastically, escaped from that spot.
And the moment he stood up, Sa Mun-hyang’s hand was already in front of his chest.
Kwaang!
Yeon Ho-jeong coughed up blood and flew away.
Blood continued to rise even as he flew. Yeon Ho-jeong finally endured it, and then spat blood at Sa Mun-hyang, who had approached him again.
Puhwaak!
Sa Mun-hyang never expected that he would use such a low-level tactic, spitting blood from his mouth, something that only third-rate thugs would do.
Chiiik!
The blood that touched the translucent protective aura evaporated instantly. It didn’t get on his body, but it bought him half a beat of time.
Yeon Ho-jeong charged.
Kwaduk!