kid?

The cut on his face was deep.

But it wasnt the pain from the wound that angered Seol Chun-Sang the most. It was Chung Myungs words.

Kid?

Who dared to address him like this?

You cursed mutt!

Seol Chun-Sangs expression turned to shock and deep hatred, causing him to lose his composure.

As the leader of the Ice Palace, he always held his head high, but a single word from this young man shattered his resolve.

From the beginning, this was expected since maintaining reason was difficult when faced with someone from the Central Plains.

Consumed by rage, he let out a deafening roar.

UGHHHHHH!

White smoke began to emanate from his hands.

Jjkkk!

An intense coldness spread, even beneath his feet. With its tension and force, the qi merged with the plum blossom sword qi ahead of him.

Kwakwakwakwang!

A scene unfolded as if an avalanche had overtaken the flower field. It was so immense and astounding that it was difficult to believe such power could come from a sword technique executed by a human.

Kwaaang!

Flowers and snow scattered in every direction, accompanied by the explosive sound.

Huk!

Avoid it!

The warriors of Ice Palace, who rushed in to shield their Lord, were forced back and stepped away in fear of the qi touching them.

After a few moments.

At the location of the explosion, a sword dangled while Chung Myung stared at Seol Chun-Sang with icy eyes. Meanwhile, Seol Chun-Sang, who should have been cold, burned like lava.

Seol Chun-Sang touched the wound on his face, feeling the pain pulsate with each passing moment.

You said you would finish this quickly?

He grunted through gritted teeth.

How dare you!

Thud!

His foot slammed down, causing the frozen ground to crack.

You want to fight me with those skills?

However, Chung Myungs lips simply twisted into a ridiculing smile despite the terrifying force.

Thats why youre just a kid.

Seol Chun-Sang had nothing to say because, in his eyes, Chung Myung couldnt be stronger than him. If they objectively compared their martial arts, anyone would point to Seol Chun-Sang as superior.

Seol Chun-Sangs skills werent lacking just because he had taken the position of the Palace Lord through unfair means. If that was the case, he wouldnt be able to control the Ice Palace until this point, even with the support of the Demonic Sect.

But

That is all.

It was the biggest mistake he made. To think that the outcome of a duel would be determined solely by ones skills.

I will give you a piece of advice.

As though Chung Myung found this amusing, he stared at Seol Chun-Sang during their duel.

This is a duel.

In an instant, Chung Myungs body hurled like an arrow toward Seol Chun-Sang.

Kaaang!

Seol Chun-Sangs fingertips, which blocked the sword just inches from his head, trembled.

Slash. Slash.

The yin qi surged to its peak, now harder than steel.

W-what kind of sword is this?

The sword qi was incredibly terrifying, and the skill used to wield it was exceptional. The sheer sharpness filled Seol Chun-Sang with fear for his life during their first encounter.

Jrrrr.

Blood trickled down his palm and stained the white ground below.

This!

Upon witnessing this, Seol Chun-Sang didnt attempt to push the sword away but instead tried to grab it. No, he intended to.

Just as he was about to grasp it, the sword in his hand spun and cut his palm as Chung Myung evaded the grasp.

Seol Chun-Sang flinched momentarily at this.

Was he caught off guard?

Did he not see this coming?

No, it wasnt that.

Chung Myung was now a step ahead of Seol Chun-Sang and his attempts to block his sword. This made him unable to react.

YOUUU!

Seol Chun-Sang used his left hand, which was still fine.

But at that moment

Kwak!

Dozens of shapes made using sword qi flowed into Seol Chun-Sangs left hand from Chung Myungs sword. Seol Chun-Sang, unable to extend his arm, stepped back in fear.

But it wasnt Chung Myungs style to let his opponent retreat.

With swift footwork, Chung Myung moved like a predatory bird. His icy gaze, devoid of any emotion, focused solely on his opponents throat.

Facing those eyes, Seol Chun-Sangs face went stiff with horror as he realized his body had frozen.

Swish.

Chung Myung quickly rushed in and cut Seol Chun-Sangs feet, causing the man to pull back his legs but unable to prevent a slight cut at the ankles.

And

Tumble.

Chung Myungs body tumbled in the air with the same force as his initial rush, and he carried the recoil to strike at Seol Chun-Sang.

Kwaang!

It was the same as the first attack.

But the result was completely different. Seol Chun-Sangs body, thrown off balance by the step back, couldnt react to the blow.

Thud!

He rolled across the snow.

Lord!

P-Palace Lord!

The onlookers were shocked.

Who was Seol Chun-Sang?

He had a reputation for being the best warrior in the North Sea even before taking the throne.

Although he couldnt be compared to the previous Lords since he hadnt learned the secret martial arts exclusive to them, he still surpassed them in terms of martial arts talent.

Now that he had learned the secret martial arts as the Lord, he could be proclaimed the top warrior in the Ice Palace. However, he was currently being single-handedly overpowered by a young martial artist from the Central Plains and was rolling on the ground? It was only natural for his followers to be shocked.

Kuak!

Seol Chun-Sang swiftly regained his feet and assumed a defensive position. Chung Myung gradually touched the ground and smirked.

Looks like youre not that foolish after all.

If he had been foolish, Chung Myung would have recklessly attacked and slashed his throat. Seol Chun-Sang, aware of this, quickly stood up after falling.

What is this

Seol Chun-Sangs eyes were trembling in disbelief. It wasnt just a matter of strength or speed.

It wasnt that the sword qi overpowered his strength, nor did Chung Myung outmatch him in terms of strength.

But every time Seol Chun-Sang attempted something, Chung Myungs sword always seemed to be one step ahead, rendering his fist technique ineffective. No matter how keen his senses and eyes were, how could he succeed without the ability to anticipate another persons thoughts?

He was undeniably stronger. Seol Chun-Sang was stronger.

But why was he the one forced to the ground?

Why?

Gotten weak.

Seol Chun-Sangs body quivered upon hearing Chung Myungs voice.

You!

I am not speaking to you.

But the smile on Chung Myungs face slowly contorted.

It was such a complicated feeling. If it were Chung Myung of the past, he would have taken exactly three seconds to decapitate this bastard.

The frustrated feeling of not being able to do what his head knew but his body couldnt follow was too much.

And again

Kangho has weakened.

The Ice Palace Lord of the past was so strong that this man couldnt even be compared to him.

And it was natural.

Just as Mount Hua lost their Chung and Myung disciples, leading to a loss of martial arts and the collapse of the sect, the other sects also lost extremely outstanding warriors who could have led their sects and passed on their martial arts.

It was said that those who survived desperately tried to restore what they could, but fully recovering from the scars left behind by the Demonic Sect would have been impossible.

The number of warriors who were lost cannot be compared, and the quality of martial arts could not be compared either.

Not only the Ice Palace.

It was the same for everyone, including the Tang family.

Besides, after the war, everyone had lived in peace for quite a while.

So funny.

The peace he created at the cost of his life had stripped the land of its fierceness.

Srng.

Chung Myung lightly shook his sword and raised it. The sharp tip of the sword reflected the sunlight and shone white.

Kuak!

In a battle between a palm user and a sword user, the victor was determined by their skill. Those who relied on close combat tended to have an advantage by closing the distance. However, the situation was now reversed.

Realizing that it was perilous to approach Chung Myung, Seol Chun-Sang straightened his body and unleashed a powerful swing. As his fingertips moved, a frosty white aura emerged from his body.

Jjkkk

Because his qi could reach, the sound of the attack pierced through.

Everything around him quickly began to freeze. The yin qi of the North Sea Ice Palace showcased its power to the world. Seol Chun-Sang, clasping his hands at his chest, extended it with all his might.

DIEEEE!

With the intent to freeze everything, a pure white qi shot was launched toward Chung Myung.

Ice White Divine Palm.

The name of the renowned martial arts group, Ice Palace, was known throughout the Central Plains. A shiver ran down the spine of everyone witnessing this sight.

A scene where all living things would become entombed in frost.

But Chung Myungs eyes remained steady, undeterred.

Ssshh.

The sword moved slowly, and a crimson sword qi manifested from its tip.

This red sword qi took the form of plum blossoms as if spring was melting away the winter and causing the flowers to bloom.

Blossoming.

A deadly strike.

Despite the chilling north wind, the plum blossoms had finally bloomed in vibrant red after enduring the harsh winter.

The Full Blooming Plum Blossom technique, part of the 24 Movement Plum Blossom Sword technique, was flawlessly executed by Chung Myungs skilled swordsmanship.

At that very moment, the blooming plum blossoms swayed like a powerful wave. A massive white avalanche and waves of crimson plum blossoms clashed in the air.

Kwaaaang!

With a deafening sound, Chung Myungs body staggered as the Ice Palace Lords superiority in martial arts became evident.

However, rather than retreating, Chung Myung boldly took a step forward.

Sssk.

The tremendous force tore at the fabric of his shoulder, causing it to turn blue in an instant from the freezing yin energy.

Step

But Chung Myungs sword did not waver. The flesh on his shoulder turned black, blood dripped from his nose, yet his eyes still gleamed.

Step.

One step. Then another.

His steps quickened gradually. As he approached, the force on his body only grew stronger, and the screams in his body grew louder, but Chung Myung continued to move forward.

Euk.

Paaat.

His body burrowed into the collision of snow and plum blossoms.

Slash! Slash!

Although the sharp qi cut through his own body, Chung Myung remained unflinching. Even as his flesh was cut and the fragments of the struggle brushed against him, Chung Myung pressed forward even as blood trickled from his nose and mouth.

Kuk!

A groan that couldnt be contained escaped from Seol Chun-Sangs mouth.

This peculiar sword technique he was witnessing wasnt easily overcome. Every time he attempted to obliterate it, a fresh surge of sword qi would arise, repeatedly thwarting his intentions.

But thats it.

His strength was unquestionably superior to his enemys.

Sure enough, the Plum Blossom Sword, which had been resisting fiercely, began to be gradually pushed away by the frost.

You brat! Thats all

And then, it happened.

Paaat!

A horrifying roar reverberated in his ears. Then, the chilling power of the Ice White Divine Palm surrounded them, and something red, resembling a ball, was launched.

What is this!

He had never anticipated this situation; Seol Chun-Sang felt his heart sink.

Paat!

What appeared was Chung Myung, who had taken the attack head-on. He quickly stepped forward and raised his sword.

Slash!

Drops of blood splattered onto the ground with the swing of his sword. After a moment, Seol Chun-Sangs chest was split open from the lower left to the upper right.

Kuak

It was a severe injury. But Seol Chun-Sang didnt retreat.

Kwaang!

Ignoring the deep wound that exposed his bone, he attempted to strike Chung Myungs leg.

Chung Myungs leg faltered and shifted.

Bang!

Even then, Seol Chun-Sangs right fist, charged with yin qi, moved towards Chung Myung.

Kukuk

Chung Myungs feet, firmly planted on the ground, were pushed back by the force, causing him to start bleeding from his mouth.

DIEEEEE!!

Seol Chun-Sangs blow landed directly on Chung Myungs right shoulder.

Chung Myungs body twisted backward, and in Seol Chun-Sangs mind, he saw the sword Chung Myung held spinning through the air, catching Seol Chun-Sangs attention.

A swordsmans life depended on his sword.

I won!

However,

Snak

Chung Myung swiftly caught his spinning sword in mid-air.

Slash!

The razor-sharp blade sliced through its masters hand. Yet, he firmly held onto the reversed sword blade.

What?

Then,

Crack!

Without glancing back, Chung Myung plunged his sword into Seol Chun-Sangs back.

A calm voice reached Seol Chun-Sangs ears as he gazed upon the sword protruding from his stomach.

On a battlefield

.

The moment you drop your guard, kid, thats when you die.

Chung Myungs eyes sparkled with a cold smile as Seol Chun-Sang tumbled to the ground.