A storm of heat engulfed Tae Yeom-ryong’s entire body.Gi Geom-hyang advanced with a rapid step, bringing her sword down in a sharp stroke. The blade’s motion, initially flawless, wavered ever so slightly.


    A translucent gust of wind flared along the blade’s edge like wildfire, but the roaring gale from Tae Yeom-ryong’s energy swallowed the sound of her sword.


    He distorted his own force, colliding with it and layering the accumulated shockwaves. In an instant, they swelled into a white flame.


    Hwaaaak—!


    For a fleeting moment, his senses merged with the culmination of Seomye Meridian.


    “Gwangye-gyeol, Flame River.”


    Despite the duel, he took the time to announce the name of his technique, his voice slightly slurred as he chewed on a poppy stem.


    Tae Yeom-ryong’s hand pierced through the moment.


    The blinding radiance of Gwangye-gyeol’s energy condensed toward his palm.


    The pure white turbulence of force was overwhelmingly thick and dense. Gi Geom-hyang’s sword—imbued with the immense power characteristic of masters from noble lineages—was blocked by that very palm.


    The sound of paper being ripped in layers filled the air, unrelenting.


    The moment her blade, meant to seamlessly align with her opponent’s rhythm for a lethal cut, was neutralized.


    Their levels of internal energy were worlds apart. From the start, the difference in energy reserves had been immense. On top of that, Tae Yeom-ryong had mastered a method to unleash power with explosive efficiency.


    The grand heir of the Hwangbo Clan had grown powerful by following his master.


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    Tae Yeom-ryong spoke.


    “A secret art for swift battles. This is how our master fights. Personally, I like it—it’s refreshingly effective. Now, experience it for yourself.”


    “……!”


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