The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 204

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully – Episode 207

Cheon Woo-gong (3)

*Would it have been better if he didn’t have human ears?*

Yoo Seong-woo sent Sam-jeong back and summoned Il-saeng [his sword].

Cheon Woo-gong’s gaze shifted from the sword to Yoo Seong-woo’s face as he saw the red sword being held in his hand.

He’d thought Hyeon-wol was late, but that wasn’t the case.

Standing before him was none other than Yoo Seong-woo, the diver from Korea, who could rightfully be called one of the strongest.

“Why are you here? Yoo Seong-woo!”

“Why else? I’ve come to repay a debt. I had an informant.”

“…Could it be Hyeon-wol!”

Yoo Seong-woo didn’t answer.

Even with Yoo Seong-woo appearing before him, Cheon Woo-gong didn’t seem to realize that Hyeon-wol and he were the same person.

“Was Hyeon-wol your subordinate? So, the Cheonmaeng Fortress [Heavenly Demon Alliance Fortress] was completely in your hands.”

“Think what you want.”

As he reached out, an intangible force pulled Heuk Sa-hyang towards him.

Hugging her, Yoo Seong-woo checked her condition and clicked his tongue.

She was covered in external injuries and couldn’t regain consciousness.

Like her, Cheon Woo-gong was also covered in external injuries, but not as severe.

Judging by how his wounds were healing, he seemed to be protected by some kind of power.

Yoo Seong-woo infused her with energy to wake her, and she slowly opened her eyes.

“You’re in bad shape.”

“…Yoo Seong-woo.”

“You were talking about Cheonma [Heavenly Demon] and all that, but you ended up like this? Unbelievable.”

At his words, Heuk Sa-hyang reached out and grabbed Yoo Seong-woo by the collar.

“…Be careful. That power isn’t human…….”

“Rest. I can’t cut him into three pieces, unfortunately.”

“…….”

Heuk Sa-hyang closed her eyes again.

Yoo Seong-woo roughly tossed her behind him as she breathed raggedly in her sleep, then turned his gaze to Cheon Woo-gong.

“How considerate.”

“…If I had moved, you would have moved too, wouldn’t you?”

“Good instincts.”

Cheon Woo-gong, with his four tails, had used this power to defeat Heuk Sa-hyang.

Although he couldn’t kill her because Yoo Seong-woo appeared at a bad time, he thought he could defeat him with this much power.

However, he soon realized that he was wrong.

The moment he faced Yoo Seong-woo, he desperately realized that four tails were not enough.

A different level from Cheonma [Heavenly Demon].

Even though he was standing right in front of him, he couldn’t fathom the heights he had reached.

It was clear that he was standing in a place worthy of being called the supreme realm.

“…Six Tails!”

The palace door opened, and two more tails burst forth.

The tails seeped into Cheon Woo-gong’s body, further amplifying his power.

Shaking his six tails violently, he charged towards Yoo Seong-woo.

He traversed hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye and swung his sword.

A fierce wave of petals and rapid sword strikes swirled around him.

“I can’t ruin everything here! I’ll kill you and use you and Cheonma [Heavenly Demon] as sacrifices……!”

“Who said you could?”

Yoo Seong-woo emerged from the storm of petals, swinging his sword.

The red sword cut through the plum blossoms, aiming for Cheon Woo-gong’s vitals.

Even with six tails, he wasn’t pushed back at all.

“And you took what was mine. A life that I rightfully should have taken. I’ll take all that debt back.”

The path of Yoo Seong-woo’s sword shifted. His sword, which had opened a path that Cheon Woo-gong couldn’t predict, pierced Cheon Woo-gong’s shoulder in one fell swoop.

Cheon Woo-gong immediately retreated, tending to his shoulder while glaring at Yoo Seong-woo.

‘*Not a single scratch.*’

To emerge from the petal storm without a single wound.

Even Heuk Sa-hyang couldn’t withstand the petal storm after taking out four tails…….

“Is six not enough?”

“Bring out all the tricks you have, you middle-aged pervert.”

Yoo Seong-woo spun Il-saeng in his hand, grabbed it again, and lifted off the ground.

Without any sound or trace.

He reached Cheon Woo-gong in an instant and swung his sword.

Cheon Woo-gong’s amplified dynamic visual acuity could see the path of Yoo Seong-woo’s sword.

Even though it was just a single swing, what came into view were sword strikes coming from hundreds of directions.

‘*I have to find the real one among the feints……!*’

He rolled his eyes incessantly.

It was obvious that if he couldn’t find the true strike, he would be pierced by that sword.

However, before he could find the true strike, Cheon Woo-gong saw the corners of Yoo Seong-woo’s lips curve slightly.

Then, a strong sense of unease brushed past the back of his neck.

‘*Could it be that all of this is…….*’

*Real?*

As the thought that there were no feints from the beginning crossed his mind, Cheon Woo-gong felt fear.

Did that mean that all these slowly approaching sword strikes were meant to kill him?

Unbelievable.

How could a human body unleash such a technique?

Cheon Woo-gong stopped trying to decipher it and pulled the six tails in front of him to defend.

And then, Yoo Seong-woo’s sword strikes began to pour down.

A rain of iron poured down.

The tip of the sword relentlessly hammered to somehow penetrate the gaps in the tails that covered his entire body.

“You’re blocking well. Then let’s see if you can block this too?”

Yoo Seong-woo smiled at Cheon Woo-gong, who was buried in the tails, and held Il-saeng in his left hand, and Yonggwang [Dragon Fang] in his right.

Unlike ordinary swords, magic and aura swirled along the cone-shaped blade of Yonggwang, which was specialized for stabbing.

“Block it.”

As Yoo Seong-woo pulled his arm back, he released the gathered aura and magic.

Five Swords (五劍)

Dragon Fang Piercing Sea Strike (龍牙貫通海擊)

Yoo Seong-woo’s fifth sword, forged with the cursed dragon’s teeth, roared and rushed towards the six tails.

Yonggwang’s strike, imbued with rotating aura, was no different from a dragon’s strike.

Yoo Seong-woo further elevated it with his skill, transforming it into a strike that surpassed the dragon.

The completed strike was an iron hammer of the extreme point (極點) that could penetrate anything.

The tip of Yonggwang struck the wall made of tails, and at the same time, a roar and shockwave spread in all directions.

Soon, Yonggwang slowly dug into the tails, revealing Cheon Woo-gong’s figure hidden inside.

“Hiding so well, I can see your hair. You son of a bitch!”

Yoo Seong-woo shouted loudly and pushed Yonggwang further.

Soon, a large hole was pierced in the tail, tearing away even a part of Cheon Woo-gong’s body.

“Keuh-heok!”

Cheon Woo-gong, pierced by Yonggwang, spat out blood and crashed into the palace gate.

Crashing into the same spot for the second time, he looked down at his left shoulder.

From where the trapezius muscle was, to his left chest, it had disappeared as if bitten off.

The sense of loss from his entire left arm disappearing was something he was experiencing for the first time.

But.

‘*He also used a big technique. He shouldn’t be able to move that fast.*’

If I seize this opportunity somehow…….

As he thought that and shifted his gaze, he witnessed an unbelievable sight.

Yoo Seong-woo was far away, already finished preparing to unleash his sword again.

“One more… time?”

“The dragon’s storm blows twice.”

Dragon Fang Piercing Sea Strike (龍牙貫通海擊)

Second Strike (二擊)

Yonggwang flashed, and an irresistible force exploded outwards.

A straight line of light approached Cheon Woo-gong accurately, as if not to miss this time.

“Pa, Eight Tails!”

Just before the flash of light arrived, two more tails popped out of the open door and blocked the way.

The six tails attached to his body also assisted in defense, but it was only enough to barely break even.

Cheon Woo-gong took a long breath and ignited foxfire on the eight tails that had seeped into his body.

He was slowly reaching his limit.

What he had accepted into his body was the power of a god. It was not allowed for ordinary humans, so the burden on his body was gradually increasing.

He stopped the bleeding on his torn left arm and looked at Yoo Seong-woo.

And this time, even he couldn’t help but be dumbfounded.

‘*He probably can’t shoot a third time…….*’

“Do you think there won’t be a third time? Then you’re mistaken.”

Yoo Seong-woo unleashed his third sword.

Dragon Fang Piercing Sea Strike (龍牙貫通海擊)

Third Strike (三擊)

The light of the extreme point shone brilliantly once again. The third shining flash split into three strands and rushed in from several directions.

Yoo Seong-woo’s sword energy unilaterally beat down Cheon Woo-gong.

He barely managed to block it by spreading out his eight tails and scattering foxfire, but even that was overwhelmingly difficult for Cheon Woo-gong.

He gasped for breath and spat out blood as he opened his mouth.

“Y-You crazy bastard…….”

“No matter how crazy I am, I’m not a simp like you.”

Yoo Seong-woo roughly understood how the situation was unfolding.

The core of Dang Young-young, whom he had declared he would make a god, probably belonged to someone else.

It was also possible that it was the guy Batori was worried about.

“Judging by the looks of it, nine tails are impossible. It seems like even now, maintaining your body’s shape is your limit.”

“…Are you even human? If you reach such a realm, can you see through everything?”

“It’s analysis based on experience. And this isn’t the first time I’ve experienced something like this.”

At his words, Cheon Woo-gong let out a hollow laugh.

Not the first time experiencing something like this?

He had heard that he was a returnee.

But what kind of experience do you have to have to gain such strength?

A strength that even he, who had accepted the power of a god, couldn’t dare to aspire to.

“…Everyone has their own circumstances. But I can’t let you leave here.”

“I also hope you don’t fall quickly. That way, I can repay my debt.”

Yoo Seong-woo muttered and switched the hands holding Yonggwang and Il-saeng.

“I will take your life. Martial arts trash.”

Yoo Seong-woo kicked off the ground.

Unlike the quiet charge from before, he approached, creating a huge storm.

It was truly a momentary flash.

Drawing a red straight line in the air, he reached Cheon Woo-gong and extended Il-saeng.

One Sword (一劍)

Life and Death Seizure (生死與奪)

The red aura stretched out and drew a strange curve.

Cheon Woo-gong tried to block the unknown attack by moving his tail, but Yoo Seong-woo’s aura dug into the fox tail.

It was the ultimate technique of swordsmanship that inflicted damage not on reality, but on the soul.

“You should have dodged, not blocked.”

Yoo Seong-woo drew his sword and stepped back.

Cheon Woo-gong wondered why he was stepping back, but soon realized that there was no need to add another attack.

A feeling of rattling soul.

The two legs that had somehow been standing wavered, and his vision flickered.

His body tilted, leaned, and then fell to the floor.

His fingers didn’t even twitch.

He wanted to move, but he couldn’t. It was as if all the nerves in his body had been severed.

“You’re resisting to some extent because you contain the power of another guy.”

But that was only a matter of time.

Yoo Seong-woo passed the fallen Cheon Woo-gong and walked towards the door.

He avoided Cheon Woo-gong’s hand movements, which were somehow trying to grab his ankle.

Usually, it was polite to let them grab you, but Yoo Seong-woo didn’t even want to show that kind of courtesy.

He stood in front of the firmly closed gate and looked up, and then, as he gathered strength in the hand holding Il-saeng.

“Yoo Seong-woo-nim!!”

A stream of voice was heard from afar.

He turned his head and looked back, and there was Batori flying on a bench.

She stopped in front of Yoo Seong-woo with a sudden brake and said.

“We have to get out of here right now! Here, here!”

“First, calm down and put out the fire on your hat.”

“Heuaaaak?! When was there a fire?!”