Martial Arts Ain’t That Big of a Deal

The battle between the Emperor and Myeolsa Cheon-gun (Heavenly Lord) erupted out of nowhere.

One might have expected the banquet hall to be instantly reduced to rubble, with the surrounding area left in ruins and casualties piling up—but none of that happened.

Even the usual spatial distortions that accompany battles between martial artists who have reached the level of Haegyong (Transcendence) were absent.

Neither of them was fighting seriously. They were merely exchanging light blows.

“Step back for now!”
“I’ll grab the unconscious elder!”

Rather than fleeing in panic, the martial artists in the banquet hall kept their distance and watched the fight unfold.

None of them were concerned about danger.

This was a rare opportunity to witness two supreme martial artists in action. Even if it meant risking their lives, no true warrior would willingly look away.

Chun-bong was no exception—her eyes remained locked onto the fight.

Swoosh—!

Seo-jun’s hand sliced through the air.

The Emperor bent his waist backward to dodge, then smirked and kicked the long banquet table.

Boom—!

Dishes, food, and utensils were flung into the air.

The Emperor’s hands blurred. Sshk! He snatched a dozen chopsticks midair and flung them like throwing knives.

Whoosh—!

Seo-jun kept walking forward without a hint of concern.

The chopsticks halted midair as if they had struck an invisible wall.

Before the dishes could hit the ground, Seo-jun used Hogongseobmul (Elemental Telekinesis) to move them neatly into a corner.

Then, with a flick of his fingers—

Swoosh—!

The chopsticks shot forward with the precision of remote sword control (Igieogeom).

The Emperor chuckled.

“What, do you have a favorite plate or something?”

Thunk.

He casually kicked a chair forward, sending the chopsticks embedding into it.

Crack—!

The chair shattered as the Emperor pushed off the ground, closing the distance between them in an instant.

His outstretched hand took the shape of a raptor’s talon—or rather, it looked more like a dragon’s claw.

Ssshhk—!

Seo-jun leaned back to evade and thrust his foot forward.

The Emperor reacted instantly, driving his knee upward.

Thud!

• Peak-level (Jeoljeong) during the Mount Hua Tournament.
• Supreme-level (Chojuljeong) by the time of the Dragon-Phoenix Assembly.
• And allegedly Transcendent by the time he annihilated the Gi Ryeon Sect.