The reason why Woonhyun, whose period of learning the movent technique from Moyong Gi was shorter than So Moogyeol's, was able to catch up with So Moogyeol was entirely due to the power of the Cloud Dragon Eight Forms.
Although the Beggars' Sect's Drunken Eight Immortals' Steps could also be said to be a superior movent technique no less than the Cloud Dragon Eight Forms, its application was different.
If the Drunken Eight Immortals' Steps were maximized in a narrow space, the Cloud Dragon Eight Forms, which moved freely in the air with just a small force, revealed its true value in an open space.
"Groan."
At Woonhyun's sword, which struck down heavily, So Moogyeol let out a pained sound without realizing it. At that mont, Woonhyun's sword slid down the Dog Beating Staff and aid for So Moogyeol's chin with a kick.
Whoosh!
The experience contained in the tip of his foot brought a considerable wind pressure. It was to the point where his face tingled.
"Damn it!"
So Moogyeol pulled his face back and swung his Dog Beating Staff. The tip of the Dog Beating Staff, caught by Woonhyun's sword, spun around. Woonhyun, who had chosen to ride on his force rather than resist So Moogyeol's force, rotated like a top and spread his sword.
Clang!
It was an accurate judgnt. So Moogyeol, blocked by Woonhyun's sword, retrieved his Dog Beating Staff and his face contorted.
"You've improved a bit?"
"Of course. Did you think I'd just be crawling on the floor forever?"
Woonhyun had a proud face. His shoulders were also full of strength.
So Moogyeol, who was looking at Woonhyun with a crooked face, suddenly his eyes sparkled and he suddenly stepped back and pulled his body away.
"Hey, you punk!"
At So Moogyeol's unexpected movent, Woonhyun had a flustered face, and then, at the strong wind pressure aiming for his back, he was terrified and turned his sword.
"What, what is it?"
It was Namgung Seocheon. Namgung Seocheon's sword extended towards Woonhyun.
Clang!
Woonhyun quickly swung his sword to try to deflect Namgung Seocheon's sword. However, as if Namgung Seocheon had made up his mind and imbued it with internal energy, it withstood Woonhyun's force and stubbornly pushed in.
"Damn it."
It was Woonhyun, who had grown rapidly while training with Moyong Gi. Nevertheless, Namgung Seocheon's sword was still heavy. It was still not enough to push away Namgung's sword, which was based on the essence of heaviness, with force. Perhaps he would never be able to push it away. Like most other sword arts, Woonhyun's sword was vulnerable to the essence of heaviness.
So Woonhyun changed his mind. Rather than pushing away Namgung Seocheon's sword, he slid up it and eventually took a stance to strike down. However, Namgung Seocheon's sword still did not budge and pushed in.
Rather, at the strong rebound force, Woonhyun's wrist tingled. However, this rebound force was what Woonhyun had intended.
"Hah!"
Woonhyun, with his sword against Namgung Seocheon's, did a sorsault. And then, he caught Namgung Seocheon's back at once. It was the ultimate move of the Cloud Dragon Eight Forms, the Dragon Roams Freely.
"Who is this bastard trying to hit from behind?"
Namgung Seocheon, with a flustered face, quickly looked back. The tip of Woonhyun's wavering sword rapidly enlarged. It was too late to deflect it. The mont Namgung Seocheon's face was colored with despair, Woonhyun's sword disappeared in an instant. Namgung Seocheon's eyes widened.
"Huh?"
However, Namgung Seocheon's question did not last long. It was because the huge flat of a saber that filled his vision was the answer.
Crash!
Peng Gahyeok's saber struck the ground. A cloud of dust rose. Woonhyun stepped back and swung his sword. Jo Iljang, who was aiming for a gap, flinched and retrieved his fist.
"These bastards, really."
Woonhyun gritted his teeth. His eyes glead with fighting spirit.
So Moogyeol, who was watching from a step back, giggled and waved his hand.
"You've really improved a lot. Just keep doing that."
"You bastard! Aren't you coming over here?"
Although Woonhyun was on edge as if he would fly at any mont, that was just a wish. It was because Namgung Seocheon and Peng Gahyeok had rushed in at the sa ti.
"You really want to do this, don't you?"
Woonhyun gritted his teeth and thrust his sword between Namgung Seocheon's sword and Peng Gahyeok's saber, which were flying in side by side. And Woonhyun's sword began to shake fiercely, going back and forth between Namgung Seocheon's sword and Peng Gahyeok's saber, hitting the flat of the sword and the flat of the saber countless tis.
Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, clang!
"Hmm..."
"Damn it!"
At least Namgung Seocheon's sword path was only slightly twisted. However, Peng Gahyeok's saber could not withstand Woonhyun's force and spun around. At that mont, Woonhyun added a little more force.
Clang!
Namgung Seocheon's sword path was also completely twisted. It was an opportunity. Woonhyun's sword flew fiercely, aiming for Peng Gahyeok.
"Hup!"
Peng Gahyeok urgently sucked in a breath. However, it was not so easy to turn a direction that had been caught once. It was a technique that even Woonhyun had barely learned recently. It was not sothing that Peng Gahyeok, who had never received proper training, could do. The most he could do was to stop for a step.
"Stop!"
However, Jo Iljang was also there. Jo Iljang's fist exuded a considerable amount of experience.
"Damn it!"
Although Jo Iljang's fist was also scary, he could control it up to that point. However, there was no way to deal with Namgung Seocheon's sword that would follow. It was the price for getting too deeply involved in his excitent.
'Still... he won't really cut off my arm, right?'
He had never thought that he could have his arm cut off for sothing like this, not even a mortal enemy.
'Good!'
Woonhyun, who had decided to take a gamble, his sword tip aid for Jo Iljang. At that sight, Jo Iljang, with a contorted face, retrieved his fist and retreated, and at that mont, Woonhyun's shoulder ramd into Peng Gahyeok's chest.
Thwack!
"Gasp!"
Peng Gahyeok, who let out a stifled groan, was sent flying. With a loud clatter, a cloud of dust rose.
Woonhyun's eyes, without even confirming that, looked for Namgung Seocheon's sword.
Woonhyun's eyes shot open.
"This crazy bastard!"
Namgung Seocheon's sword was aiming for Woonhyun's arm. The thing he had been worried about had beco a reality.
He couldn't block it, nor could he dodge it. Woonhyun gritted his teeth and prepared for the pain that would follow.
Ping!
However, instead of the expected pain, a sharp noise pierced Woonhyun's ear.
"Huh?"
Woonhyun's eyes narrowed.
"Hup!"
Namgung Seocheon urgently retreated.
Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!
A few thread-like hidden needles stuck in the ground glittered in the moonlight.
Woonhyun's face brightened.
"You're late, you bastard."
Namgung Seocheon looked at Tang Somun with a hard face.
"What?"
"Isn't three against one too cowardly?"
At Tang Somun's words, Namgung Seocheon bit his lower lip. It was because he had nothing to say. However, surprisingly, Woonhyun replied for him.
"Do you have the right to say such things? Don't you rember the mid-term examination?"
Tang Somun's face contorted.
"Should I not help you?"
"Ah, no. I take back what I just said."
Woonhyun giggled and quickly shook his head. However, when he looked back at Namgung Seocheon and the others, his eyes were again gleaming with fighting spirit.
"I'll do it properly."
***
So Moogyeol wiped his chest.
"Wow. That was a close call."
It was because even So Moogyeol had not expected that a light scuffle would turn so heinous. So Moogyeol glared at Namgung Seocheon.
"Is that bastard crazy? Is he really trying to cut off his arm?"
So Moogyeol had clearly seen Namgung Seocheon raising his sword before Tang Somun's hidden needles had flown in. If it weren't for Tang Somun, he would have really cut off his arm.
"If it were up to my temper, I would have just ramd into him and paid for the dog."
However, his own situation was not good. In a little while, Cheon Youngyoung and Zhuge Yeon would also flock. Although he could handle Cheon Youngyoung, Zhuge Yeon was difficult to handle.
So Moogyeol, watching his mood, stealthily moved his steps and then suddenly increased his speed. He was thinking of jumping over the wall at once.
'Now!'
So Moogyeol kicked the ground in an instant. So Moogyeol, who had shot up like lightning, could finally feel a sense of relief.
"As expected, it's dangerous outside the library."
If he was cooped up this ti, he planned not to even pee outside the library. He would be cooped up and just breathe and live. So Moogyeol grinned, thinking of the comfortable library.
However, plans are always bound to go awry. At Zhuge Yeon's face, which suddenly shot up, So Moogyeol's jaw dropped without him realizing it.
"What, what is it?"
"You can't go."
Clang!
So Moogyeol was sent crashing down faster than the speed at which he had shot up.
"Damn it!"
Although he had barely managed to regain his balance and land on the ground, he had to retreat about ten steps before he could finally resolve Zhuge Yeon's force. So Moogyeol's face contorted as he raised his gaze.
"You... hup!"
So Moogyeol urgently shut his mouth. At the rebound force contained in So Moogyeol's Dog Beating Staff, Zhuge Yeon did a sorsault in the air, then kicked the wall and flew heavily.
"Damn it!"
So Moogyeol extended his Dog Beating Staff.
A staff is longer than a sword. If they crossed like this, the sword would be at a disadvantage. Zhuge Yeon's sword struck the end of the Dog Beating Staff that So Moogyeol had extended.
Clang!
"Ugh!"
So Moogyeol stumbled and retreated once more. However, Zhuge Yeon did not give him a break. She had no intention of yielding the montum she had barely seized. It was because she did not have the leisure to spare against So Moogyeol.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
So Moogyeol, while barely blocking the three swords of Zhuge Yeon that were thrust in at once, shouted.
"Ah, really! Why are you doing this? Just leave
alone!"
Zhuge Yeon, without slowing down her offensive, replied.
"I don't want to. Let's go together."
"I said I don't want to! I'm not doing it!"
"Is it all that matters if you don't do it alone? Who was it that coaxed , who was just staying still, to learn martial arts? You have to take responsibility, don't you?"
"What are you talking about? Who coaxed who?"
"Didn't you, Young Master So? Didn't you poke my side, telling
to do it together?"
"This girl is really saying sothing that could get her in big trouble. Were you the kind of girl who would just fall for soone who poked your side? Are you that easy a woman?"
"You bastard!"
Zhuge Yeon had an angry face. As if she had put strength into the hand holding the sword without realizing it, she pressed down on So Moogyeol's Dog Beating Staff, which was in contact with her sword.
At that mont, So Moogyeol grinned. Just by stealthily turning his wrist, he lightly brushed off Zhuge Yeon's sword. Zhuge Yeon staggered and lost her balance.
"Huh?"
"What? You really were an easy woman."
So Moogyeol chuckled and extended his Dog Beating Staff.
He did not think that he could subdue Zhuge Yeon with this one move. But the montum would co over. That was enough. It was because if he seized the montum first and faced her calmly, he could sufficiently subdue Zhuge Yeon.
However, Zhuge Yeon did not move as So Moogyeol had intended. By stealthily turning her head, she dodged the Dog Beating Staff and then dug into So Moogyeol's space.
"What, what is it?"
So Moogyeol was terrified and pulled his body away. However, before that, Zhuge Yeon swung her sword sharply.
Whoosh!
So Moogyeol's front was cut, and his clothes hung down.
"Y-you cheated! Did you trick ?"
Zhuge Yeon smiled brightly and replied.
"Oh my! Who tricked Young Master So? Young Master So, were you that easy a man?"
"This is really..."
So Moogyeol's insides were boiling. However, for now, he was busy pushing away Zhuge Yeon's sword. It was because this space was not So Moogyeol's space, but Zhuge Yeon's space.
At this rate, it was a certain defeat. He hated being caught even if he died. So Moogyeol, while being pushed back helplessly, urgently opened his mouth.
"Why are you really doing this? Didn't you say you wouldn't do swordplay anymore? Was that all a lie?"
"It's not that."
"Then why are you doing this? Isn't what you're doing now swordplay?"
He couldn't understand it at all. It was because the guy who had been whining about not wanting to do swordplay was swinging his sword more murderously than anyone else. However, Zhuge Yeon replied with a still giggling face.
"Young Master So won't get hurt."
"Huh?"
So Moogyeol, while urgently moving his Dog Beating Staff, his eyes widened. Zhuge Yeon kindly replied once more.
This ti, he understood for sure. So Moogyeol's face contorted.
"Ugh!"
He had wondered why she had attacked him, Moyong Gi, and Myung Jin without discrimination when they were dueling, but there was a reason for it. He felt wronged for so reason.
'I get hurt too!'
However, if you used your head a little, the answer was not difficult either. So Moogyeol, who was glaring at the tip of Zhuge Yeon's sword, which was sharply aiming for his vital points, gritted his teeth.
'Ah, I don't know.'
And then, in an instant, he withdrew his Dog Beating Staff.
"Huh?"
Zhuge Yeon was startled and twisted her sword path.
Zhuge Yeon's sword grazed So Moogyeol's neck. As it had grazed a little, red blood droplets gathered.
Zhuge Yeon looked at So Moogyeol with wavering eyes.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
"What do you an, what am I doing? I'm giving up."
(End of Chapter)
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