Great Master Suk-jeong succeeded in striking first. Riding that momentum, she unleashed a continuous flurry of her sword. The blade, which cut sharply through the air, was as swift as if it embodied the wind itself.
“Chaotic Wind-Scattering Sword Art.”
Jegal Hyeon muttered under his breath. It was a representative sword art that every disciple of the Emei Sect learned. Its characteristics were speed and sharpness.
It was a sword art for relentlessly pressuring an opponent with a sharpness like a razor-sharp wind, seizing the initiative from start to finish and maintaining it to achieve victory.
However…
“Is he actually losing in terms of speed right now?”
“No way, that can’t be…”
This was the first time they had seen the Chaotic Wind-Scattering Sword Art performed at such a level. It was on a completely different dimension from when the first or second-generation disciples used it. It was enough to make one doubt if it was even the same sword art.
Jin Cheon was busy stepping back, just barely managing to block Great Master Suk-jeong’s fierce assault.
“Tsk… How embarrassing.”
Jin Cheon gritted his teeth. She smiled with the face of a kind neighborhood grandmother, but the swordsmanship she used was nothing short of vicious.
‘I can’t let her lead me on.’
Jin Cheon bit his lip hard and planted his feet firmly on the ground.
And then…