The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 375

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully – 374

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully 374

War (6)

Yuseong-u, locked in a fierce battle with Dangun, was momentarily distracted by a surge of power emanating from the Sword Society.

He glanced towards a pillar of purple light piercing the sky.

Yuseong-u quickly understood its significance.

A brilliant light streaked across the world. For a moment, Yuseong-u thought it was the light from the Three Treasures he had lent out, but he quickly realized it was something else entirely.

It was a thunderbolt announcing the birth of a new deity, a sudden and welcome piece of news.

“Where are you looking?”

Dangun’s bronze sword swung towards Yuseong-u, who had been distracted by Veronica’s light.

The casually swung bronze sword cleaved the earth, aiming for Yuseong-u’s neck. Without even a glance, Yuseong-u deflected the blow with Oweol and stepped forward using Jingak.

The Black Serpent and Six Mang, previously embedded in the ground, floated into the air and began to move independently.

“You’re playing tricks.”

“Maybe.”

At Dangun’s accusation, who called it a trick despite never having witnessed it before, Yuseong-u extended Oweol and manipulated the two spirit swords.

The Black Serpent and Six Mang unleashed their unique powers and sword techniques, attacking Dangun from both sides.

Simultaneously, a spiral of aura erupted from Oweol.

Radiant Flame Sword Art – Severing Light

Hungry Wolf Sword – Bite

Dragon Tooth Severing Sea Strike

The three sword techniques crashed down on Dangun at once. Each attack was capable of cleaving mountains and parting the seas.

Dangun swung his bronze sword and raised the bronze mirror. He blocked Oweol with the sword and used the mirror to reflect the other two attacks.

Dust billowed and scattered.

Dangun swung his sword to clear the dust, but Yuseong-u had vanished.

He had completely erased his presence and disappeared.

Dangun heightened his senses, scanning in all directions. He couldn’t anticipate where Yuseong-u would reappear.

Thung, thung─!

The bronze mirror deflected an invisible attack.

He searched for the source, but couldn’t pinpoint the origin of the attack.

And then.

Tudderudderudderudderung─!

The number of attacks reflected by the bronze mirror increased exponentially.

Dangun frantically turned his head, trying to locate the source of the relentless assault, but Yuseong-u remained hidden.

“Come out!”

Dangun roared, unleashing his energy. The shockwave warped the earth, uprooting all the surrounding vegetation. And in that instant.

Yuseong-u targeted a minuscule gap in Dangun’s defenses.

Without sound or presence, he materialized behind Dangun and thrust the spiraling magic power wrapped around Oweol.

Not towards Dangun himself, but towards the bronze mirror.

The sword tip collided with the bronze mirror. Dangun, reacting too late, failed to block Yuseong-u’s attack and was struck directly.

Belatedly, he swung his bronze sword, knocking Yuseong-u away, but the bronze mirror, having taken a direct hit, rapidly deteriorated.

Cracks spiderwebbed across its surface, quickly spreading throughout.

“Kekeke.”

Yuseong-u chuckled weakly, spitting out blood.

Then, he gripped Oweol again and said.

“You have to pay attention to the durability of consumables. How poorly did you maintain this for it to break so easily?”

“Hmm…….”

Dangun groaned for the first time. Of the Three Divine Treasures, the bronze bell was ineffective, and the bronze mirror was now cracked.

If he continued to block attacks in this state, it was only a matter of time before it shattered.

Dangun realized he was on the defensive.

It was also the first time two of the Three Divine Treasures had been neutralized. When he faced Hoang, the bronze bell alone had been sufficient…

Dangun took a deep breath and met Yuseong-u’s gaze. The oldest god on the Korean Peninsula realized he had misjudged the situation.

The sword-wielding god before him was the youngest, yet stronger than anyone else. A young god with more potential than any other…

That’s why Dangun knew he had to eliminate him now.

If he failed, it would threaten not only the Jade Emperor Palace but also the very authority of the gods.

“…It’s been a long time since I’ve taken it out.”

When Dangun released the bronze sword, it floated into the air and began to spin alongside the bell and the mirror.

Simultaneously, a vast divine power poured out from Dangun.

The overwhelming power that blanketed the area proved he was the oldest and strongest god in the Korean Peninsula.

Yuseong-u glared at Dangun with bloodshot eyes amidst the swirling divine power.

‘I’ve been waiting.’

The moment he was forced onto the defensive and unleashed his unique world.

Yuseong-u’s essence lay in ‘cutting’. However, unless the target was clear, the effect was diminished.

Ultimately, to unleash his unique world and defeat his opponent,

He had to understand everything about them, their very essence.

And the unique world was perfect for grasping the essence of the opponent.

“…You’ll regret rebelling against the Jade Emperor Palace.”

“Try it if you can!”

With Yuseong-u’s shout, a brilliant light erupted from Dangun, bathing the world in his divine power.

A thick fog enveloped the two, and rain began to fall from the sky.

Soon, a gust of wind swept through, shaking the fog and raindrops, and the world trembled.

‘Is it the power of the Three Masters?’

The powers of the Three Masters (三師) who descended with Hwanung [the founder of Gojoseon, the first Korean kingdom] – the Wind Master, the Cloud Master, and the Rain Master.

Dangun controlled them at will, gradually constructing his territory, his unique world. Yuseong-u observed Dangun’s years of slow accumulation and sent all three spirit swords back.

“Help those who need help.”

All three were swords with strong egos.

They knew well enough who needed assistance.

When Yuseong-u raised his hand, a cluster of red lights naturally gathered, even without him summoning them.

He grasped his most familiar and oldest cherished weapon, Ilsaeng.

As he held Ilsaeng, Dangun’s unique world was revealed.

The fog dissipated, and the raindrops froze in the air. A warm breeze pushed the raindrops aside, revealing a mystical sight.

A colossal tree. There was no need for a second glance; it was the Divine Tree (神壇樹) [a sacred tree in Korean mythology, often associated with the founding of Gojoseon].

The majesty of the true divine tree (神木), also known as the World Tree, Yggdrasil… the Tree of Truth, was unveiled. Not the corrupted seed created by the elves he had encountered in the past, but the real one…

[Unique World]

[Divine City (神市) [a mythical city associated with Hwanung]]

The dew drops clinging to the fresh leaves of the Divine Tree sparkled in the sunlight.

On the altar beneath the divine tree, Dangun’s Three Divine Treasures floated in the air.

The air was thick with natural energy. Dangun’s unique world was nature itself.

The Divine City was recreated as it existed when the Divine Tree stood.

‘He’s the son of Hwanung and Ungnyeo [a bear who transformed into a woman and bore Dangun].’

Dangun, having cleared the fog, stared at Yuseong-u. The old man had transformed into a young man. By unleashing his unique world, even his body had returned to its prime.

Yuseong-u took a deep breath. The air was refreshing, carrying the scent of the past, a fragrance absent in modern cities.

But at the same time, it was repulsive.

This freshness was evidence of the time Dangun had accumulated, and also evidence of exploitation.

It was proof that he had been leeching off the faith of the people of the Korean Peninsula for centuries.

The Jade Emperor Palace intervened because he had become the new deity of this land, and the divine power returning to them had diminished.

He understood the simultaneous feeling of refreshment and disgust through this experience.

Yuseong-u gripped his sword again and hummed an old song.

“…In this beautiful land, in this land of rivers and mountains.”

Who didn’t know this song?

Who hadn’t hummed this tune before?

“Dangun grandfather founded it…”

He assumed a stance.

The tip of his sword was aimed at the neck of the rejuvenated Dangun, a clear declaration that he intended to sever his head.

Dangun smiled bitterly at Yuseong-u’s posture. He still looked very young.

Nevertheless, he couldn’t lower his guard. He had witnessed Yuseong-u’s strength firsthand.

As Dangun took a step, nature responded. The roots of mountains, rivers, and plants erupted from the earth, surging towards Yuseong-u.

“With the will of Hongik Ingan [the ideal of benefiting all mankind], we built the country…”

Yuseong-u leaped back lightly. He used the thick roots as stepping stones to ascend into the air and survey the vast unique world.

Then, he muttered quietly and swung Ilsaeng lightly.

“The country is fucked up. Damn it…”

Well, I think I fucked up half of it. It was like cutting out all the rotten flesh.

The red sword energy sliced through the soaring roots, churning the earth. He landed gracefully, kicked off the ground, and charged towards Dangun at supersonic speed.

“Hmm…….”

Dangun raised a finger.

The bronze sword on the altar flew to intercept Yuseong-u.

Yuseong-u didn’t attempt to force his way through. He simply drew a gentle arc with his sword, deflecting the bronze sword, and accelerated instantaneously to close the distance to Dangun.

Dangun clenched his fist and unleashed a lightning-fast strike.

A high-level bare-handed combat technique. The restrained fist landed blows all over Yuseong-u’s body.

Yuseong-u, struck dozens of times in an instant, was sent flying, tumbling across the ground before regaining his feet.

He spat out blood and chuckled.

“Now the knife is a bit sharp.”

He hadn’t just been hit. Dangun glanced at the bright red blood trickling down his forearm. Divine power was leaking from the wound. And it wasn’t healing…

“The wound doesn’t heal? That’s my specialty.”

Ilsaeng was a sword that could cut anything. If the opponent was of equal level, suppressing healing abilities was a simple task.

As Yuseong-u channeled divine power into Ilsaeng, the already crimson blade turned an even deeper shade of red, coated in blood.

Yuseong-u, having created a blood sword (血劍) through divine power, swung it lightly a few times and assumed a fighting stance.

“I’m a little sad that I have to kill a distant ancestor, but isn’t it all your own fault?”

“…You will be the one to die. Don’t underestimate the years I’ve lived.”

“Well, considering I killed Susanoo [a Shinto god of storms and the sea] and Hercules [a Greek hero], it’s a little pathetic that you’ll realize you’ve only wasted your time.”

At Yuseong-u’s provocation, Dangun silently moved his finger. Dozens of roots surged upwards, forming the shape of a giant.

Forest giants materialized in an instant. Yuseong-u looked up at them and spoke again.

“Is bare-handed combat a bit burdensome now? Are you a little scared because you’re tasting the blade after so long? The supreme god of the Korean Peninsula is afraid of swords and resorts to these things…”

Dangun remained silent.

Yuseong-u took it as a victory and swung his sword at the approaching forest giants. The blood sword extended like a whip, slaughtering them all.

He smiled after annihilating the forest giants with a single blow.

“Is this all?”

Then it’s disappointing.