“Kuh…”
“Oh? You blocked it?”
Peng Moojong barely blocked Jin Cheon's Flash Dragon Strike. In truth, he hadn't seen it coming. He had felt a chilling premonition from the side, and his body reacted on its own, raising his blade just in time to block the attack.
It was half luck.
But…
‘This is it. I'll take back the momentum.’
As their weapons clashed, Peng Moojong tried to push his opponent back with brute force to regain control.
However…
“Hut!?”
The moment he pushed. His strength found no resistance, and his center of balance collapsed. And when he came to his senses…
‘The sky?’
Peng Moojong was flying through the air.
What? How?
He couldn't comprehend it at all. The one who understood what happened was Baek Yeon-cheong, who was watching from the side.
‘A perfect execution of softness overcoming hardness…’
A gasp of admiration escaped him. The moment his opponent pushed forward, he had seized his center and thrown him upward. It was the pinnacle of soft swordplay, something only a Wudang elder could hope to imitate.
And…
“You're dead.”
Awaiting Peng Moojong, who was falling helplessly through the air, was Jin Cheon’s fist.
Bba-aang!
A dull thud that seemed to echo through bone. The fist exploded squarely in Peng Moojong's face.
‘It's over.’
The satisfying feel of a clean hit. Jin Cheon thought the fight was finished.
But…