Martial Arts Ain’t That Big of a Deal

Seo-jun watched the man unleash his martial arts.

A thousand blades moved in perfect harmony, each performing a seamless sword technique. There was no discord, not even the slightest misalignment. It was the pinnacle of sword control—true mastery of One Mind, One Sword.

But that wasn’t all.

‘Each of those blades… is a domain in itself.’

This wasn’t a standard domain. It wasn’t like Namgung Hyuk’s technique, where he merely spread a fragment of his domain onto his sword.

Unlike his incomplete manifestation, this was a fully realized domain.

Not just One Mind, One Sword—but each strike had been honed to the absolute limit, an execution of fatal swordplay at its peak. And there were a thousand of them.

With such blades flawlessly handling offense and defense, it was no easy task to claim the man’s neck.

Wooong—

Seo-jun drew upon his internal energy. How should he break through those blades? First, he would test them.

If you hit something hard enough, a path was bound to reveal itself.

Using large-scale techniques depleted mental strength, but for Seo-jun, wielding internal energy was no different from breathing.

He could unleash attacks at maximum power as many times as he wanted.

Plum Blossom Sword Art.
Falling Firmament Becomes the Great Sea.
Dominating Power, Monstrous Deity’s Martial Might.

He unleashed all three at once.

Plum blossoms scattered, the sea surged upward like a rising dragon, and the earth swung its fist in a devastating strike.

The man who had once cleaved the sun scoffed.

“Are you perhaps an incarnation of a great being?”

Seo-jun had no habit of conversing with corpses. Instead of answering, he continued his assault.

“No, that can’t be. If the laws of the world had been distorted to that extent, then surely…”

Chiiiiing—!

A thousand blades occupied the battlefield, each maintaining its designated range.

They deflected the plum blossoms, shredded the dragon, and crushed the fist.

‘Each attack is overwhelming.’

Geom Hyeon observed his opponent’s martial arts with a steady gaze.

‘A force of nature. Against this man, sheer numbers mean nothing.’

Yet, for that very reason, there was an opening to exploit.