Genius Martial Arts Trainer-Chapter "362"

Genius Martial Arts Trainer-Chapter "362"

Chapter "362"
Chapter 362n
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Legend of the Evil Emperorn
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"Master!"n
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Seeing the distant battlefield where combat had erupted, Geum Yang-hwi quickly called out to Ou-yang Pae.n
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"So, it was true, after all."n
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Ou-yang Pae also nodded as he advanced toward the battlefield.n
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Indeed, a war had already begun. And it was so fierce that it wouldn't be surprising if both sides ended up defeated.n
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From another perspective, it might have been a strategic move for the Demon Cult to simply observe and wait for an opportunity to benefit from the aftermath.n
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Naturally, Ou-yang Pae, who was exceptionally intelligent, thought of seizing such an opportunity.n
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"Punish Shinchun, who dared to mock the Heavenly Demon Cult and attempted to use us as puppets!"n
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Without hesitation, Ou-yang Pae chose to join the battle.n
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In truth, his words were just a justification to boost the morale of the demon cultists.n
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'At the very least, I will return what I received, Kwon Je.'n
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Ou-yang Pae was not the type of man who would repay kindness with betrayal.n
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He had received help from Mu-jin not just once, but twice in Nanzhao.n
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Even though Kwon Je was considered the top martial artist of the Orthodox Sect and might become a formidable competitor in the future, and even though Kwon Je could potentially become the biggest obstacle to the Heavenly Demon Cult's unification of the martial world.n
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Ou-yang Pae firmly believed that he had to repay his debts before continuing the competition.n
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"Understood!!"n
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At Ou-yang Pae's command, the demon cultists responded with a resounding roar as they advanced toward the battlefield.n
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Watching the demon cultists with their flags approach the center of the battlefield, Jegal Muhwan quickly suppressed the rising smile and cooled his head.n
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Even though they were joining the battle, they were far from being perfect allies.n
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'To prevent the battle lines from getting entangled, we must pull back the martial artists from the area where they are joining.'n
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If people from different factions fought together without coordination, it could lead to disastrous results.n
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Hoping that the Demon Cult and the Jeongmumaeng would fight together in camaraderie was a naive dream only street children would entertain.n
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And whether by luck or misfortune, the area where the Demon Cult was joining happened to be near where the Branch Chief and his disciples were causing havoc.n
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"Order the Wudang disciples to pull back and support the ordinary martial artists as the Demon Cult joins!"n
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Jegal Muhwan's orders were relayed to the Wudang Taoists through his guards, who also served as his heralds.n
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Just as he had entrusted the Southern Sky Association to handle Inju and the subordinates of Shinchun nearby, Jegal Muhwan intended to leave the Branch Chief and his followers entirely to the Demon Cult.n
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'If the situation doesn't lead to mutual destruction, it might be necessary to weaken the Demon Cult's power instead.'n
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In the chaotic turmoil of this urgent battlefield, Jegal Muhwan was already planning for the future as he issued his commands.n
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To be precise, it could be said that he had the luxury to plan for the future only because the Demon Cult had decided to join the battle.n
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If the Demon Cult had not joined, his best strategy would have been to ensure mutual destruction.n
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Of course, that strategy didn't include sacrificing his own life.n
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And soon enough, the demon cultists stormed the battlefield.n
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"Heavenly Demon, come forth!"n
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"All demons, bow down!!"n
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As the demon cultists fervently praised the Heavenly Demon, the Wudang Taoists began to withdraw one by one, making way for them.n
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As the battlefield unfolded roughly as Jegal Muhwan had intended, he noticed something unusual.n
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'Cheongsu Dojang?'n
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While the Wudang disciples retreated to make room for the Demon Cult, Cheongsu Dojang alone remained steadfast, holding its ground.n
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Amidst the sea of darkly clad demon cultists, the sight of Cheongsu standing alone in a blue robe, performing the Taegeuk Sword Technique, was indeed a peculiar one.n
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And it didn't take Jegal Muhwan long to deduce the reason behind it.n
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'He's blinded by revenge for the Taegeuk Sword Saint.'n
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He clicked his tongue lightly and turned his gaze away.n
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With the battle raging on urgently, he had neither the time nor the leisure to go over and berate or persuade someone who disobeyed orders.n
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Of course, given the level of Cheongsu Dojang, dismissing him as just 'a single soldier' would be an understatement.n
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'If this turns out to be a bad move, I'll hold him accountable later. If it turns out well, I'll reward him accordingly.'n
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Jegal Muhwan didn't have the luxury to worry about a single Cheongsu Dojang at this moment.n
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And his judgment wasn't wrong.n
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This was not the time to worry about Cheongsu Dojang. The reason for this was obvious.n
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BOOM!!!n
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A deafening explosion echoed without warning.n
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There was no need to wonder who was responsible for it.n
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A monstrous sound produced by the Hunwon Divine Elixir Technique, unleashed by Cheon-ju, a being who wielded a terrifying power beyond human limits.n
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"Grrr…"n
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However, the groans that followed heightened Jegal Muhwan's tension to an extreme level.n
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Turning his gaze toward the battlefield where Cheon-ju and the Shaolin were fighting, he saw some of the One Hundred Eight Arhats lying on the ground, having been bombarded by Cheon-ju's purple energy.n
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In the end, the One Hundred Eight Arhats had reached their limit in enduring Cheon-ju's divine techniques.n
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Of course, for now, only two of the One Hundred Eight Arhats had fallen. But then...n
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BOOM!!n
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The purple energy emanating from Cheon-ju's body struck the formation of the One Hundred Eight Arhats once again.n
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"Guh..."n
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The number of those collapsing began to rapidly increase.n
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Like a dam formed by countless stones, the One Hundred Eight Arhats had gathered their strength to withstand the torrent that was Cheon-ju. But a dam collapses when even a single stone is removed, no matter how insignificant it may seem.n
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Perhaps it was because they couldn't bear to see their seniors in the sect fall one by one. Or maybe it was because they knew that if things continued this way, the dam would inevitably collapse.n
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"Haaaap!!"n
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Mu-jin and his companions, who had been resting for a while, rushed at Cheon-ju once more.n
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Naturally, leading the charge was Mu-jin, his entire body protected by Ho-shin Gang-gi.n
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'...Please, just hold on a little longer.'n
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Jegal Muhwan couldn't shake off the ominous thoughts that crept into his mind.n
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The One Hundred Eight Arhats had collapsed earlier than expected, and as a result, Mu-jin and his companions hadn't had the chance to properly tend to their internal injuries.n
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Jegal Muhwan quickly shifted his gaze, surveying the entire battlefield.n
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The Branch Chief being confronted by the Heavenly Demon Cult and Cheongsu Dojang.n
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Hyeok Jin-gang being opposed by the Namgung Family and the Jegal Family.n
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The Southern Sky Association and Inju.n
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And the Jeongmumaeng martial artists fighting against Shinchun's enslaved warriors, who were no different from slaves.n
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All Jegal Muhwan could do was hope that Kwon Je would hold out until at least one of these battles concluded.n
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CRASH!!n
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Just as Do Wol-cheon dodged the approaching black energy that filled his vision.n
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Swoosh!!n
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Without fail, Pan-gwan-pil, with its silent and swift attack, aimed to pierce his vital points.n
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Clang!n
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Do Wol-cheon narrowly deflected Pan-gwan-pil with his black blade, but he wasn't exactly in a comfortable situation.n
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Since In-ju had fully unleashed his martial arts, wounds were slowly accumulating on Do Wol-cheon's body.n
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This was also true for Pae Jin-seong, who was fighting alongside Do Wol-cheon.n
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Pan-gwan-pil, which flew in without any warning, was a formidable attack.n
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However, Do Wol-cheon believed that an opportunity would soon come their way.n
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Swoosh.n
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Predicting that Pan-gwan-pil, which he had just deflected, would now come from behind, Do Wol-cheon swung his black blade again.n
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After exchanging blows with In-ju dozens of times, Do Wol-cheon had been targeting the exact same spot with his blade every time.n
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And finally, the accumulated effort paid off as the relentless water finally managed to break through the rock.n
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Slash!n
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Pan-gwan-pil, which collided with Do Wol-cheon's black blade, split into two.n
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But shockingly, the sharp tip of the broken Pan-gwan-pil continued to fly towards In-ju's hand, while the body of the weapon, losing momentum, dropped to the ground with a dull thud.n
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"Tut."n
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In-ju clicked his tongue lightly, inspecting the severed Pan-gwan-pil in his left hand before discarding it on the ground.n
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And what happened next shattered Do Wol-cheon's hope.n
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Swish.n
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In-ju pulled out a new Pan-gwan-pil from his sleeve and held it in his left hand.n
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'I didn't expect him to have another one.'n
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Do Wol-cheon had assumed that, like his black blade, Pan-gwan-pil was also made from a rare metal like Eternal Cold Iron, and therefore wouldn't have spares.n
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But judging from In-ju's demeanor, it seemed there might be even more Pan-gwan-pil hidden.n
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'Should I cut down every last one until he has no more left?'n
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For a moment, Do Wol-cheon considered such a strategy, but he quickly shook his head.n
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It wasn't because of the dull ache that was beginning to rise in his right arm.n
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No matter how much his right arm hurt, even if the bones broke while swinging his blade, Do Wol-cheon had the resolve to continue wielding his black blade.n
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'I need to end this quickly.'n
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The reason for Do Wol-cheon's decision was his subordinates.n
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Due to a request from Mu-jin, they had infiltrated Guangxi Province, a region previously under the control of the dark forces, to establish the Tu-shin Bang.n
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During the process of founding and growing Tu-shin Bang, and through the wars with Sa-doryeon, Do Wol-cheon had come to regard them as his brothers.n
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They were all from the dark sects, with rough manners and jagged personalities.n
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But at least within Tu-shin Bang, there were no members who harassed innocent people, trafficked drugs, or engaged in human trafficking.n
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Such individuals were not accepted into Tu-shin Bang—instead, their heads were chopped off.n
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And now, the brothers of Tu-shin Bang, who had become family after fighting through battlefields together...n
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"Guh…"n
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In the process of fighting against Shinchun's martial artists, one by one, the members of Tu-shin Bang began to lose their lives.n
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Though the tide of battle was somewhat in their favor, if he and his sworn brother Pae Jin-seong could just hold out a bit longer, there was a good chance that this battle would end in their victory.n
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However...n
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'Even Master Mu-jin would have done the same.'n
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To Do Wol-cheon, Mu-jin was a figure akin to a deity.n
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Mu-jin always led the charge in every battle, always facing the strongest enemies.n
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And Do Wol-cheon had interpreted this behavior as follows:n
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'It's the only way to minimize the losses among his brothers.'n
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He had to take a gamble to eliminate that old man as quickly as possible so that he could go and help his brothers, just as Mu-jin would have done.n
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As Do Wol-cheon sorted out his thoughts, In-ju once again began to write in the air with the Pan-gwan-pil in his right hand, creating an ink-like script.n
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Immediately afterward, a massive, ominous wave of black energy surged toward Do Wol-cheon and Pae Jin-seong.n
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Without a moment's hesitation, Do Wol-cheon charged forward.n
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BOOM!n
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A series of deafening explosions echoed as his black blade struck the same spot on the energy wave repeatedly.n
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The intense pain radiating from his arm indicated that some of the energy had dissipated back into the natural world.n
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Swoosh!n
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In-ju, having already deduced Do Wol-cheon's approach, sent the Pan-gwan-pil flying through the gap in the energy wave that Do Wol-cheon had created.n
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But even as he saw the Pan-gwan-pil hurtling toward him, Do Wol-cheon did not hesitate and threw himself into the gap in the energy wave.n
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Slash!n
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Just before the Pan-gwan-pil made contact, he twisted his body with minimal movement, but it still managed to graze his left forearm.n
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Blood flowed down Do Wol-cheon's left arm, exposing the muscle beneath, but he paid it no mind.n
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'As expected.'n
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In fact, with a determined expression, he charged at In-ju once more.n
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As Do Wol-cheon rapidly closed in from the front, In-ju created another wave of energy with the Pan-gwan-pil in his right hand and swung it at him.n
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Clang!n
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They exchanged several swift blows, using their respective techniques.n
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At the moment In-ju extended his left hand toward Do Wol-cheon.n
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Swish!n
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Instead of swinging his black blade at the hand, Do Wol-cheon unexpectedly twisted his body to the side.n
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Swoosh!n
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At that instant, the Pan-gwan-pil barely missed Do Wol-cheon, brushing past the spot where he had just stood.n
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And as if he had anticipated this, Do Wol-cheon swung his black blade with full force at the Pan-gwan-pil as it passed by.n
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Clang!!n
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The sharp clash of steel echoed as the black blade made of Eternal Cold Iron collided with the Pan-gwan-pil.n
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Crack!n
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A sickening, snapping sound rang out—a sound that could only have come from In-ju's left hand.n
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After dozens of exchanges with In-ju, Do Wol-cheon had arrived at a certain suspicion.n
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The Pan-gwan-pil, which In-ju threw and retrieved like a hidden weapon.n
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At first, he thought it was a type of swordsmanship, but there was something peculiar about it.n
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No matter how skilled one was in swordsmanship, could they completely erase their presence? Why did In-ju always retrieve the Pan-gwan-pil he threw, even though it should have been infused with energy?n
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Moreover, if it were truly swordsmanship, the Pan-gwan-pil should have been imbued with energy when thrown, yet it wasn't.n
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Based on these doubts, Do Wol-cheon formulated a simple hypothesis.n
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The way In-ju handled the Pan-gwan-pil like a hidden weapon wasn't actually a swordsmanship technique but perhaps the result of some other martial art.n
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This led him to calculate that In-ju wouldn't be able to alter the trajectory of the Pan-gwan-pil mid-flight.n
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Earlier, when he narrowly dodged the attack and the Pan-gwan-pil merely grazed his left forearm, moving along a predictable path, this confirmed his suspicion.n
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And since the Pan-gwan-pil always returned to In-ju after being thrown...n
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When In-ju reached to retrieve the returning Pan-gwan-pil, Do Wol-cheon subtly altered its trajectory with a strike from his black blade, leading to this outcome.n
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"Looks like you won't be able to use your left hand anymore."n
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With In-ju's left hand shattered by his own Pan-gwan-pil, Do Wol-cheon swung his black blade once more, aiming for the kill.

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Chapter "362"