Childhood Friend of the Zenith – 343 (Part 2)



343 (Part 2)

“Whoosh-! Boom!

“Phew…!”

The punch that struck with a massive force.

It unleashed a violent crack.

The contained qi was extraordinary.

The heavy body of the Black Dragon Sword slightly lifted.

Is his own body rising from that small fist?

The Black Dragon Sword concealed its surprise and gathered its energy.

It was heavier than expected but not enough to penetrate enhanced qi.

If it counterattacks like this.

Whoosh-!

“•••!”

In an instant a tremendous energy was felt.

The gaze of the Black Dragon Sword wavered.

The moment its body lifted.

A ridiculous amount of energy began to coalesce in Jin-ryong’s palm.

“Flame Jade (炎玉).”

He concentrated the heat into the shape of a jade.

Then he clenched it in his hand and thrust it towards the Black Dragon Sword’s stance.

It was the spot he had struck with his fist earlier.

As soon as the orb made contact.

Kugugugug-!

An unidentifiable sound echoed.

Kwah-!

In an instant a massive explosion occurred.

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It was all an absurd heat made of qi.

The flat plain which had only a few sword marks was now in disarray.

As flames erupted and smoke filled the surroundings.

The Black Dragon Sword pulled its body out.

“Cough…!”

Whoosh-!

The wind made of qi swept over the Black Dragon Sword’s body.

But the flames clinging to it did not extinguish.

It seemed that something was contained within the flames.

‘This is absurd.’

He surveyed the area where the earlier clash had occurred.

It was a mess.

Traces of flames were everywhere.

The ground was cracked as if a meteor had fallen with a deep dent at its center.

In the middle of it all.

Something wrapped in flames was visible.

It stared at the Black Dragon Sword with red eyes the same color as its hair.

“This guy….”

The Black Dragon Sword frowned.

That cannot be called a late-stage martial artist.

How could that be?

He gripped his stance tightly his back against the wall.

It was unexpected.

He had to kill it quickly.

Even if it was a martial artist of the same realm.

That guy was just a rookie who had just crossed the threshold.

No matter how talented he was he could not be compared to himself.

So he had to kill it now.

At that moment.

“You seem to be deep in thought.”

Jin-ryong’s voice came from behind the Black Dragon Sword.

The Black Dragon Sword flinched and moved.

His gaze still fixed on the gap in the flames but the figure that had been there had long since vanished.

He turned his body.

With that energy seeped into his stance.

It was a black energy that sent chills just by looking at it.

It was the power of the Black Dragon Sword’s martial arts the Black Iron Ghostly Text (黑鐵鬼文功).

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The profound sword flux contained in the heavy stance.

It was a strike so heavy that even the most skilled martial artist would find it hard to block.

Swish-!

“Cough!”

If it doesn’t connect it’s meaningless.

The blade of the stance did not reach Jin-ryong.

Before the heavy sword flux could slice through Jin-ryong’s body.

His hand reached the Black Dragon Sword first.

Jin-ryong’s flying fist struck the Black Dragon Sword’s face.

Blood flowed.

The energy contained in his hand pierced through the Black Dragon Sword’s protective enhanced qi and struck hard.

The moment the Black Dragon Sword’s head was thrown back.

Grab-!

Jin-ryong’s hand seized the Black Dragon Sword’s hair fixing it in mid-air.

And then.

Swish-!

The fiery fist struck the Black Dragon Sword’s face once more.

It was a much louder sound than before.

Bang-!

Once more.

Swish-!

Again and again.

“Cough…!”

The Black Dragon Sword groaned. The pain felt like his head was about to explode.

His brain shook.

The shock of being struck in the face was one thing.

But the flames wrapped around the fist were the real problem.

Even though he continued to layer his protective enhanced qi it felt ominous.

If he hadn’t been holding onto his energy he would have lost consciousness from the pain long ago.

Gritting his teeth.

This Black Dragon Sword was being humiliated by that mere rookie…!

The sword master he had wanted to kill so badly.

Or another of equal standing.

Or even the martial artists known as the top masters of the Central Plains.

Not even those but by a mere child who hadn’t even reached adulthood.

Rage surged within him.

He couldn’t allow himself to be treated like this.

Kuuuu.

He gathered the qi that spread throughout his body into one place.

He thought of bursting his energy to push Jin-ryong away.

Even if he suffered some internal damage from the recoil escaping was the priority.

Black Iron Sound Arts Wave (黑鐵音功波).

A martial art that spreads black energy with a bizarre sound to inflict damage.

….

…

..

…

He knew there would be a backlash against himself but there was no choice for now.

Just as the Black Dragon Sword was about to unleash his power.

For some reason Jin-ryong stopped moving.

Was he trying to avoid sensing his intent?

The Black Dragon Sword thought for a moment but.

‘It’s already too late.’

The preparation of energy was already complete.

If it detonated this close it would cause significant damage.

He immediately activated his martial arts.

‘Black Iron Sound Arts…?’

Just as he was about to quickly move his energy outside his body.

The strange sensation he felt made the Black Dragon Sword show a subtle expression.

The qi.

The energy.

Was not moving properly.

“•••What?”

Only then did the Black Dragon Sword recall the strange sensation.

How could a martial artist who had just entered the realm be so helpless against him?

And how he had lost track of his senses and was caught from behind.

Something was wrong.

At that moment.

“Why.”

Jin-ryong who had been quietly watching beside the Black Dragon Sword spoke.

“Your body doesn’t seem to be moving properly?”

Only then did the Black Dragon Sword lift his head to look at Jin-ryong.

Blood flowed from his nose.

Blood trickled from various parts of his face making it hard to open his eyes.

But.

The look in his eyes was all too clear.

It burned as if it would scorch just by looking at it.

How could those red eyes fit so well?

Blood dripped from the hand he held.

It was the Black Dragon Sword’s blood.

“•••You….”

“Not bad.”

“Could it be…!”

Only then did the Black Dragon Sword realize the nature of this strange sensation.

It was because Jin-ryong had done something.

Was it poison?

Did he release some poison?

That couldn’t be.

If poison had entered his body.

He would have noticed it and it wouldn’t have seeped in so naturally.

“What have you done to me…!”

Bang!

“Cough…!”

With a great shock felt in his chest.

The Black Dragon Sword flew far into the air and rolled on the ground.

Even while flying he could feel it.

That the surroundings were still filled with heat.

The corrupted officials rose to their feet.

Breathing heavily he checked his condition.

As expected.

He felt that his movements had become slightly dull.

The energy was the same.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t move at all.

But it felt like something foreign was stuck inside him.

“•••What have you done to me?”

Did he release the poison?

How could he have done that in such a short time?

The Black Dragon Sword looked at Jin-ryong with somewhat fearful eyes.

He also glanced around.

The Qinghai First Sword who had been fighting the Black Dragon Sword.

Was lying on the ground bleeding profusely.

The distance was not that far.

Moreover he was in danger of dying from the technique Jin-ryong had just unleashed.

‘•••That guy.’

The Black Dragon Sword continued to feel the differences.

The Qinghai First Sword who seemed to be a martial artist of the same realm.

Even someone who had difficulty predicting the outcome against him.

The reason he had been so helplessly disarmed and was in danger of death.

Was because he had too much to protect.

The foolish thought of seeking justice while maintaining the balance of martial arts.

That incompetent ideology that could lead to losing one’s life.

It was the sense of honor unique to orthodox sects that the Black Dragon Sword found disgusting.

‘But Jin-ryong doesn’t show any of that.’

He didn’t see any of that in him now.

Beneath his expressionless face.

Only a dreadful killing intent that wished to kill him was felt.

A fighting spirit that would never yield to him.

Movements that seemed indifferent to what happened around him.

That guy.

Could he really be from the orthodox sects?

Even if he were from an unorthodox sect like himself he didn’t feel this kind of texture.

Could he really be a child of the righteous?

“Damn you…!”

“Why do you keep shouting? You’re hurting my ears.”

“What the hell is your true identity!”

At the Black Dragon Sword’s voice filled with malice.

Jin-ryong made a strange expression.

He opened his palm.

At that moment.

Whoosh-!

“…!”

A massive energy incomparable to before was felt.

It brushed against the Black Dragon Sword’s cheek.

He felt the pressure being drawn into that palm.

The heat that had filled the surroundings.

Began to gather onto the small palm.

Whoosh-!

The flames that had wrapped around Jin-ryong’s body.

And the flames that were burning all around also began to converge.

A sphere.

The energy gathered on his palm forming a round shape and starting to qi.

It was similar in shape to the small orb that had devastated the surroundings just before.

But the size was different.

And the amount of energy contained within was different.

The Black Dragon Sword’s mouth dropped open.

‘What on earth…?’

It was far too absurdly large to be called something held in his hand.

Yes.

It was the sun.

Jin-ryong was clearly holding the sun.

Just as the Black Dragon Sword was about to be shocked by that absurd power.

“Now this size is quite pleasing. I was annoyed with it being so small.”

Jin-ryong whispered quietly to himself.

“You asked what my true identity was.”

With a heavy voice the Black Dragon Sword’s shoulders trembled.

The sense of presence felt was entirely different.

It was not something a mere late-stage martial artist could feel.

“Indeed I don’t really know either.”

The Black Dragon Sword urgently gripped his stance and drew up his dull energy.

He had realized that it was not something he could block.

He had to avoid it first.

As the Black Dragon Sword took a step.

Jin-ryong’s fingertips moved as well.

“So now I’m going to try to find out a bit more.”

As his hand moved

The small sun fell to the ground.”