Martial Arts Ain’t That Big of a Deal

“That kid’s presence is downright murderous.”

Peng Chusan trembled. Seo-jun hadn’t even deliberately released his aura, yet his entire body tingled as if pricked by needles.

“He seems to have fully entered the Harmonious Realm.”

At Jegal Tong’s words, Peng Chusan nodded.

“From what I heard, it hasn’t been that long since he reached the Transcendence Realm… This is absurd.”

To spar against a kid like that?

Peng Chusan was rather proud of himself for not running his mouth carelessly.

“But for someone like that, he doesn’t seem to know much about the martial world.”

“Is that so?”

“Of course. You didn’t explain everything to him on purpose, did you?”

The reason why martial artists of the Harmonious Realm rarely involved themselves in war was simple.

Certainly, their sects were important to them, but in truth, they had no compelling reason to throw themselves fully into war.

Both the Black Lotus Union and the Martial Alliance had warriors at the Divine Ascension level.

No matter how much the lower ranks raged, completely destroying the opposing organization was an impossible task.

So why would martial artists of the Harmonious Realm risk their lives on the battlefield?

At most, such wars lasted decades, maybe centuries.

“No, I… I was afraid that if I brought it up, he’d become furious…”

“Ah, that’s true as well.”

Peng Chusan clicked his tongue.

“What a pity. He seems deeply wounded at such a young age.”

Even if his surname wasn’t Namgung, Peng Chusan could see that Seo-jun belonged to the Namgung Clan in spirit. His deep attachment to Namgung was evident, even to an outsider.

‘And after going through something like that…’

He wanted to offer words of comfort, but even that seemed difficult.

All Peng Chusan could do was hope—that Seo-jun’s blade would not turn toward the Martial Alliance.

The Martial Alliance was indeed filled with decrepit old men clinging to power, but it was also home to many who sincerely pursued righteousness and chivalry.

“I wonder how this war will end.”

Jegal Tong nodded quietly.

Sama Hyun’s office was in complete disarray.

Shattered furniture lay scattered across the floor, crumpled and torn maps mingled with dust.

“Nothing in this damn world ever goes as planned…”

Leaning back in his chair, Sama Hyun stared blankly at the ceiling.

Wasn’t there a saying—Do everything in your power, then leave the rest to fate?