Childhood Friend of the Zenith – 510 (Part 2)



510 (Part 2)

”’Something.

How should I put it?

My father’s gaze before I left was subtle.

That slight difference bothered me so much that I couldn’t stay still.

‘… Ugh.’

Of course even if I followed him out there was no way to do anything.

The problem started from the moment I lost sight of my father.

‘I couldn’t follow him with my eyes.’

I couldn’t catch up with my father as he increased his speed.

He had vanished right before my eyes.

‘We must be using the same martial arts… but the difference is this much…?’

Huh?

As I was thinking it suddenly came to me. A way to find my father right away.

I stood tall.

After running around for a while I stopped.

‘… Same martial arts.’

The martial arts of the Gu family the Gu Yeonhwa Ryun Gong.

It is a martial art that transforms qi into flames demonstrating overwhelming explosive power.

The important point here is.

That my father and I use the same martial arts.

As soon as I realized that I released the Qi Transformation Technique.

Crack-! My bones twisted sharply and pain surged but I didn’t care.

Or maybe I should.

‘… It hurts a lot to not care though?’

Perhaps it was because I suddenly grew in size the pain was considerable but I had to endure it.

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Once I released the Qi Transformation Technique the slight discomfort disappeared and I felt refreshed.

Just like that.

Whoosh-!

I twisted the ring of Gu Yeonhwa Ryun Gong around my body and began to spin rapidly.

The qi that started from my heart spread throughout my body.

The qi expelled through my body quickly turned into heat. The heat soon transformed into flames that enveloped me.

A vivid blue flame.

A flame that could no longer return to its original red color.

A feeling like crap brushed past me but I ignored it and focused on something else.

If I were to differentiate between those called sects and the family specialty of the Gu family it would be in numbers.

The number of those learning that martial arts.

By that measure it was natural for the bloodline martial arts to be fewer.

Especially if we consider direct bloodlines it would be even fewer.

This is where a method arises.

Martial arts of the same kind tend to resonate even if only slightly.

The only people from the Gu family in Sichuan would be my father and me.

And if we narrow it down to the Tang Clan it would be even more so.

Thus.

I aimed to ignite the flames to find my father.

I was trying to force a resonance.

Then it would be easier to know his location.

Ah of course.

‘This… is a method that won’t work if my father isn’t using martial arts.’

I assumed he would be using it.

I just had a feeling.

As the blue flame ring gradually increased its spinning speed it also grew in size.

One ring stacked on top of another.

Whoosh-!

As the heat thickened it wasn’t long before another ring stacked up.

A total of three rings.

At this point just maintaining them was starting to consume a lot of qi.

How much more should I expand it?

Could it be that contrary to my expectations he isn’t using any power? If he were to feel something he should have felt it by now.

‘Is this not it?’

Just as I was about to give up thinking I was wasting my time.

Whoooom….

“…!”

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I felt it.

The qi resonated and I sensed something colliding.

I turned my head.

I pulled my body surrounded by flames and launched myself.

The location wasn’t far.

In fact it was strange that I hadn’t found it until now.

My body freed from the Qi Transformation Technique was fast and it took only a few seconds to reach the desired location.

Thud.

The moment I arrived at the place where I felt the resonance.

Whoooom-!

“What is this?”

Along with the resonance another sensation brushed past my body.

I quickly realized that it was the power of formations.

However.

‘… It feels like something has been torn apart?’

There were traces where formations should have originally been laid out.

It seemed like someone had forcibly ripped them apart.

‘…’

I wanted to think otherwise but I couldn’t help but recognize that this was a trace left by my father.

The heat was still intensely present there.

‘What on earth is he doing?’

Leaving aside why such a technique was here why did my father head this way?

First I leaped inside.

As I took a few steps inward.

“Huh?”

I had to widen my eyes at the scene unfolding inside.

It was hot.

The heat I had felt until just now was nothing compared to the intense heat filling the space.

And at the center of it.

“What the hell is this…?”

There was a deep pit along with traces of melted ground and rocks.

‘It looks more like it melted its way in rather than broke through.’

A tunnel that was quickly melted and dug out rather than being excavated.

The flames remaining around were undoubtedly the flames of the Gu family.

This meant that these flames belonged to my father.

“…”

A bad premonition washed over me.

There was no hesitation. I lightly jumped and threw myself into the pit.

Whoosh-!

As I threw myself into the pit qi instinctively rose to protect my body.

The trace of qi used to dig was so wild that my body was protected almost uncontrollably.

It was deep.

Deep but descending wasn’t difficult.

Thud-!

After a few seconds of speeding down I landed on the ground.

The moment I did.

“… Huh….”

My body tensed up. Chills ran down my spine and cold sweat dripped down.

It was only natural.

‘… What kind of aura is this?’

In an unknown space traces of shallow poison and heat filled the surroundings.

Along with that a chaotic aura was scattered all around.

An aura so thick and intense that it was suffocating.

I slowly shifted my gaze.

I was trying to see what kind of place this was.

“…”

As soon as I looked around I had to swallow hard.

There were traces of something being torn apart and broken all around and the deep gouges and the qi of martial artists stimulated my instincts.

What on earth had happened for such a space to be created?

I would soon find out the reason.

As I turned my head I was able to spot it.

There leaning against the distant wall was a Tang Clan elder gasping for breath.

One of his legs was missing and the other ankle was on the verge of being torn off.

That was not something that could be healed.

Whether he had fainted or not his expression was crushed by fear and water was flowing from his eyes and nose.

I frowned at the sight.

What a tragic sight is that?

‘I haven’t done anything yet?’

I was planning to make him like that. How did he end up in such a state while I wasn’t looking?

Wondering what kind of situation this was I moved my gaze a little more.

There I could see it.

I saw it.

My father standing far away.

He stood with his arms crossed looking at something.

“Clan Head…?”

Just as I was about to call out to my father.

My field of vision expanded and I realized someone was in front of my father.

In front of my father someone was half-kneeling bracing themselves with a sword against corrupted officials.

“… Huh?”

Seeing him I was taken aback.

The person gasping for breath surprisingly was Cheonjon.

I wondered why he suddenly popped up here.

[Hey.]

Suddenly Shin Noya spoke up.

[That guy is getting hit all over the place. Hehe.]

“…?”

It was an incomprehensible statement.”’