Chapter: 281
The men standing beside him were all shouted in surprised, because the sword of Go Seong-ak was already on the verge of reaching Pyowol�s neck.
Go Seong-ak�s weakness was that when he got angry, he swung his sword recklessly without thinking. If a large sect such as the Qingming Room was not behind him, all the accidents he had caused would not have been resolved.
The men closed their eyes tightly thinking that Go Seong-ak would cause an accident this time as well.
Go Seong-ak�s hands were so cruel that they could not bear looking at his unfortunate opponent. The wounds of the people that ended up suffering from his hands were so horrendous that they could not afford to open their eyes.
People expected that the same result would happen this time too.�
However, contrary to their thoughts, Pyo-wol�s scream was not heard.
When the men opened their eyes and looked up, they saw Go Seong-ak�s weapon being blocked by Pyo-wol. They thought that Go Seong-ak would quickly take care of the situation, but they soon realized that he still hasn�t.�
As soon as Go Seong-ak swung his sword, Pyo-wol stepped back.�
The distance between Pyo-wol and the sword was only about one finger.
It was a situation where Pyo-wol�s eyes would have been pierced if he retreated late. People thought that Pyo-wol just got lucky and avoided the sword of Go Seong-ak.�
But the next moment, they realized that it wasn�t like that at all.
�Bastard!�
Go Seong-ak once again opened his swordsmanship.
It was the Thunderstorm Sword Technique,2 a sword technique of the Qingming Room.
The Thunderstorm Sword Technique consists of seven deadly attacks, and it was a brutal sword technique that cannot be underestimated.
The fact that he carried out the Thunderstorm Sword Technique was proof that Go Seong-ak�s anger had gone all the way to the tip of his head.
Shisk!
Go Seong-ak repeatedly used the Thunderstorm Sword Technique to attack, but regardless of which technique he unleashed, he couldn�t touch Pyo-wol.�
Go Seong-ak�s sword could barely hit Pyo-wol. There was always just a finger size difference.
Pyo-wol moved only by a centimeter when he attacked, and when Go Seong-ak stepped back to catch his breath, Pyo-wol moved again by only that much.
�Ah!�
�How is that possible?�
All the people watching were warriors who had mastered martial arts, so they know how great Pyo-wol�s actions were.
If he miscalculates the distance, or if the sword sticks out even a little more, Pyo-wol can easily lose his life.
Constantly maintaining that centimeter gap to dodge Go Seong-ak�s attack meant that Pyo-wol understood the breathing and limitations of his opponent.�
However, even if he understood everything about his opponent, it was impossible to show such a movement not unless he�s absolute confidence in his own martial arts.
At least, none of the martial artists who were currently watching could move at a level similar to that of Pyo-wol.
�Die!�
Go Seong-ak rushed and swung his sword. Although desperate efforts were made one after another, his sword never touched Pyo-wol, as his opponent dodge a gap of about a single finger.
Go Seong-ak felt like he was dealing with a ghost. JrNovels.com