Hu Il-hyeong was a strong adversary befitting his title as the Plum Blossom Swordsman. Even thirteen years ago, when the Murim Alliance’s armed forces became the hunting dogs of the authorities and mercilessly slaughtered the White Lotus Sect followers. And at the recent black market, when he had become far stronger than before.
Won Seo-gang had never once seized the upper hand. He had poured out his martial arts with all his might, yet could not even graze Hu Il-hyeong’s robes. The crimson Plum Blossom Sword technique was a sword art that defied common sense.
Through their discussion of swords, Won Seo-gang had discovered that the demonic art of the Heavenly Mountains had seeped into it, and he had devised his own countermeasure. The Reverse Supreme Ultimate technique that Gwang-hyo had realized was a secret art capable of striking Hu Il-hyeong’s vitals.
To think he would end up a corpse with his arm severed so futilely. He simply could not believe it. Having faced him directly, he knew this was not the Hu Il-hyeong of old.
The sword light created by the afterimages of his Swift Sword surpassed the hue of blood, radiating a profound violet he had never seen before. It was so sublime that he could barely block it, let alone counter. The cruel aura that once resembled a blood-drenched beast had vanished as if washed away.