Sword Aura.
The symbol of power for a martial artist who had overcome the wall of the peak realm and reached the state of mastery. At the same time, it was the most useful means to gain an advantage in a real battle.
“That man…”
“Is he in his right mind?”
A man who was an elder of Wudang drew his Sword Aura against a child who had not lived even a quarter of his age. This meant he had completely abandoned his dignity, and at the same time, it was a declaration of his intent to kill.
Whooosh.
First, a wide swing of his sword. That alone created a strong sword wind, threatening his opponent. Of course, it was not a great threat, but that was fine.
From the beginning, this was just a feint, a setup for the next attack. After pinning him down with the sword wind, Do-yun used a zigzagging footwork to close in on Jin Cheon.
And then…
“Die!”
Great Clarity Wind and Thunder Sword. Heavenly Thunder Pierces the Throat. A swift strike, imbued with aura, erupted, aiming to shatter Jin Cheon's body to pieces.
Kraaaash!
“Cheon-ah!”
With the explosive roar, Jin Su-han's scream-like voice came from behind. In his eyes, it seemed his disciple had been brutally killed by the Wudang elder.
However…
“Th-that's?”
“How can this be?”